Embrace the melancholy in the wind, as we intoxicate ourselves with the poison

Throw everything away. Make it fade away- vanish.

Come lie with me here among the pricking thorns-
among this infinite garden of wilting red, and embrace it.

Throw everything away. Make it fade away- vanish.

Come play with me among these crimson ruins of sorrow and regret.
Embrace the melancholy in the wind, as we intoxicate ourselves with the poison,
here in our far-off world of wilting red, as we lie among the pricking thorns.