Die like cherry blossom 

Hagakure with perfume 

Deadly with make up on 

But it just won't do 



I have ice instead of heartburn 

She has ice on her fingers 

We have ice in the oven 

But it just won't do 



If there's no reason for your words 

Then your silence ain't absurd 

If there's no reason for your breathing 

Then it just won't do 



There is ice in my vision 

There is ice always in season 

I want cold air not your treason 

It won't do 



Hagakure with perfume 

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume