After showing me a dream where I dance all night,
the sound of the clock bell expels the magic.
A bewildering finger lures me down the stairs,
so I leap down 3 steps at a time.
You were trembling inside the horse-carriage.
Now tear away that wretched old outfit, and return to tonight's dance ball.
A whispering voice orders me to search for your unfamiliar face,
and then with the blade gripped in my hand, to snatch everything from you.
In this castle where orphans gather, I'm a seraph who,
with a smile sketched onto my mask, embrace everything with my wings, even deceitful love.
In the ashes, the glass slipper melts with a crimson glow.
Now I really am leaving, because I'm quivering,
as your eyes rest upon the clock.
Running through the slope where I dance barefoot,
I extend my fingertips all the way to your throat.
I kiss your tears held in my hand,
as an impulse runs through your back in that instant.
Please don't ring the bell, as I kneel to you,
although screaming "no," my right hand thrusts out to you an eternal farewell.
A princess who wears gunpowder smoke as perfume,
your unyielding pupil cleaves through my frigid mask.
Now your sighs penetrate my ears.
It all seems like a faraway dream.
Through the stained glass,
the moonlight covered you with a veil.
Ripping apart my dress with my knees, throwing away my tiara,
our eyes, gazing at each other, fire off sparks.
Our lonely souls, burning up in flames, yearn for each other.
If I can't save your tears, then this will all have been a one-person game.
Oh time, stop now. I've been completely drawn in to you.
I want to count out every one of your unstable heartbeats.
Remain in my surging emotion, and be soaked hot.
I cannot move beyond this. It's almost like a fairytale.