21st Cherry Boy

• 21st Cherry Boy
  
• 薔薇色の日々 (Barairo no hibi)

21st Cherry Boy
Lyrics: Sakurai Atsushi & Imai Hisashi
Translation: Lola

Please wake me up in a world that sparkles
Born in profound darkness, you are love
Maddeningly innocent in cruelty
That desire of yours is beautiful, dirty, and beloved

An incessant sinful downpour in my hand, let's dance covered in a song of love
Come when you're all decked out and we'll embrace each other in the demon night

Please touch me with your lips and the breath of your love
Now we become gods

21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.
21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.

Both you and I are alone, we just dance in this world with strength
Come when you're all decked out and we'll embrace each other in the demon night

Then please touch me with your lips and the breath of your love
Now we become gods

21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.
21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.

21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.
21st Cherry Boy Too young to die.
21st Cherry Boy I wanna be your toy.

You run past

薔薇色の日々

Rose coloured days

Lyrics: Sakurai Atsushi
Translation: Lola

There is nothing to gain so I lie down
I look at a flicker of glitter in the middle of the night

I close my eyelids softly to live
Entirely within the darkness of your dreams

I smell your sweet scent and I feel like it's not a dream
In the dream you are so pale and I feel like I'm not myself
You awaken from a nightmare in the middle of the night
And stare at your hands dyed in a rosy hue

That rose colour suits your lips well
But in your black eyes there is passion and despair

I will walk before you
And let you hear my sad cries

I smell your sweet scent and I feel like it's not a dream
In the dream you are so pale and I feel like I'm not myself
You awaken from a nightmare in the middle of the night
And stare at your hands dyed in a rosy hue

I smell the sweet scent of flowers and I feel like it's not a dream
In the dream you are so pale and I feel like I'm not myself
You awaken from a nightmare in the middle of the night
And stare at your hands dyed in a rosy hue

I wait for the night, to dream of flushed skin and making love
What I'm waiting for is you, you who are very much like a crimson flower

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