Swaying in the nighttime wind, twenty four hours pass by, vivid illusions quietly line up
Swaying in the midnight wind, a vivid red illusion approaches until death

I’ve forgotten you, trembling in the wind I turn into the night, a freezing sensation
I’ve broken off from you; this lucid dream, weeping in the night, reminds me

Night, inside of you, inside the wind, the night is crying
Turning into hate

Twenty four hours pulled by the night pass by, a vivid illusion in silence...
In the wind at night, somebody is there; a lucid night of sirens

I’ve forgotten you, trembling in the wind I turn into the night, a freezing sensation
You're becoming distant, your hands released so they won't reach me, a future sensation
You've been lost, this brilliant dream, weeping in the night, reminds me

Night, inside of you, inside the wind, I see this dream
Someday I will see this brilliant illusion of the night; I’m going to jump off


I not crazy am you are (I'm not crazy, are you?)