What made it the cause of weakness is surely the result of mutual "beloved"

Let's see in the cold bed…
Please give me a gentle kiss… Two melt in silk

Love, be loved and get to know the sorrow Mouth-to-mouth sighs
Repetition of manners to try to match each other
No more than only being held and holding - I hope for nothing else
Truth can't be seen. "Hey look, if you hope"
No… I just want to change the words little by little

Before I desire "beloved" I want to separate these hands

Let's go in the cold bed…
Please give me a gentle kiss… I know I can't turn back

Love, be loved and get to know the sorrow Mouth-to-mouth sighs
What the repetition of manners to try to match each other is
Is in the feel of holding and have been held and be able to approve it after having seen the loneliness

Intertwined fingers they may become carried off
Even if I understood the humour in searching for answers
The Sorrow is overflowing The shadows melt

Hurt, be hurt and get to know love Intertwined sighs
What you cannot slip out of is not a lie
Every time you repeat it the heat increases - that gentle lie
Your breath seems to stop

There can even confusion be seen concerning the meaning of to love again
Closing your eyes is your way, huh?
For someone who wipes away loneliness You tremble and drown

The one separarting these hands is "me"