I want to feel a crimson impact when our lips and sighs meet.
From far away, from close by, everytime we hold eachother, I get deeper into you.
I was always calm, rolling love both hands (like it was a game).
This time, for some reason, isn't very calm.
Even though you don't call me your lover, I don't care about appearences.
It's fine if I burn my life, being prepared for the enemy that throngs through the city.
I want the explosion when our bodies and hearts collide to repeat.
We shine brighter with the tempetuous, gentle power of love than anyone else.
Even if tommorrow the world breaks apart and scatters away,
As I thought, what I'm worried about is something smaller.
What and how much do you think of me?
One by one, your words, thrusted unexpectedly, make me flustered.
With the tops of our shoulders and our fingertips touching, my woman's breast isn't just a decoration.
We're stronger than anyone with the dreaming and loving power of living.
Occassionally, love lies and awakens into jealosy.
But even though I've lost my bearings, worried about being hurt , it's turning into the real thing.
I want to feel a crimson impact when our lips and sighs meet.
From far away, from close by, everytime we hold each other, I get deeper into you.
I want the explosion when our bodies and hearts collide to repeat.
We shine brighter with the tempetuous, gentle power of love than anyone else.