MomoPuff wrote:
...I don't get it. 'to name calling and frost' ......'chatter of a few fingers fold excise it is not clear day".........jsut that doesn't make any sense.....
haha, I can't understand it too XD
I found another one... it give me full english trnalsated
Crimson Lotus
The passing day when it drew close is projected onto both hands that
are pleased with the pain each other.
It thinks of you and it cries.
Sadness of falling there
What the hauling in dream of feeling the tremble for repose sees
without knowing as for saying.
You not weakening
It is not a small pulse that it wants you to listen to a little sigh.
You : in being here.
If there is continuation in the dream of not changing
Please every day that is drowned even if it cannot be called that it
is happy not to become interrupted and doesn't come in succession
You not weakening
It is not a small pulse that it wants you to listen to a little sigh.
You : in being here.
Even the hand of saving also : in vagueness.
Will there be a cocoon at intervals of the second without ..string..
tearing off?
You not weakening
The prayer that listens by a little sigh and doesn't rub against the
sound of the small pulse is delivered.
The name that cannot be called is held.
It will be a sound that closes the ear that doesn't disappear and
listens in which cradle Mus is not gotten tomorrow when leading is
counted.
from another translation site:
Crimson Lotus
I cuddled up I cross and do and Japan is thinking of you who reflect the pain in the both hands appreciated each other and is crying.
The grief which falls there is good without knowing The haul which remembered shiver in rest What do you dream of?
It doesn't fade away and is you Not small beating, but you I want to make hear a little sigh Come here.
Every day when I drown and don't pile up even if it can't be called prosperity without being cut off somehow, if the dream which doesn't change is to be continued.
It doesn't fade away and is you Not small beating, but you I want to make hear a little sigh Come here.
Even the hand of help is ambiguous A cocoon every second Thread Without coming off, would you have that?
It doesn't fade away and is you It's the prayer which can't be rubbed on the tone of the small beating I want to hear by a little sigh Reach.
Tomorrow when I hold the name which can't be called and get the number eminently won't go off I stop my ears and do —h˜U heard NU Sound.