A bizarre picture of the death

That paints with the blood

In the canvas of your face

It ripples in the whirlpool of a dance



Your palm's in the gesture

Of the last minute of life

It cools mine

You ripple in the whirlpool of the dance



The insane dance of us

It ends when the moon loses its face

I fade in the rippling level

Of the labyrinth of time

Blood tears of mine flow

Out of my eyes



Blood tears of mine flow

Out of my eyelids

In a beauty sealed forever

There reflects our end



Our dancing shade on the walls

Like a gobelin pattern

In the breeze of my clothes

And the garland of lilies the time stopped