There is only red at the end of the red sun
The wind is still the wind beyond the sands
Breaking apart the face of time
Reuniting with the scars
The mystery of dreams is still a dream
There is only emptiness at the end of fantasies
Where is it that I'm buried in the mound of memories
To exile myself from the thorns of confusion
Cloaked in frost
Drinking in the frost of the thorns of confusion. Exile
Frosted from the thorny confusion
Drinking the gentle fable
Precipitating the wine
You are beside me
Lighting up the cold windows
Taking advantage of the moonlight
Taking me to the
Faraway
Only the red sun is at the end of red
Beyond the wind and sand, the wind is still at the end of the wind
Beyond the wind and sand, the wind is still at the end of the wind.
Beyond the sands is still the wind
Breaking up the face of time
Reuniting with the scars
The riddle of a dream is still a dream
There is only emptiness at the end of empty dreams
Buried in what
Memories piled up on a barren mound
Buried in which
I am exiled
Since the confusion of the thorns and thorns
Cloaked in frost
Precipitate the wine
You are beside me
Light up the cold windows
No more wandering from now on
Follow you to the faraway place
.