Looma (English Ver.)

Muse over the antique memories

Realize again every fragment shown to no eye

Am I ugly, dressed in the millions of loves or curses?

For me, both are equal

Entire connection is a luxury, a fantasy

Now that I adore this pain

Flowers come alive from my veins

Tell me, what's inside these words?

Whispers echo in my brain

Even if they are the curses born of hatred or love

My heart is beating for their beauty

So I’ll let them bloom

God, this little world feels dear to me

I keep imitating their folly

Delusions darken my blood beneath these flowers

They keep me alive

While the petals are tender as skin

The drug is poisoned, yet tastes so sweet

I’ll never cut the chain that ties me

as long as someone desires to pray

Gentle ache, flowers peek from my palm

I softly murmur to myself the cliché

I might long for fragile yet vital human hearts

Where do the wishes born inside the cocoon go?

Who will listen to them?

Nobody knows I’ve been tamed

In this quiet and dark place

My eyes are lost in a haze

Shadows linger in a flame

Even if they are the curses born of hatred or love

It feels like heaven when I am begged

So I’ll let them bloom

God, this little world never knows me

I keep hurting myself, and it’s holy

Delusions leave me bruised in ecstasy

Ah, they keep me alive

While the petals are tender as skin

The drug is poisoned, yet tastes so sweet

I’ll never cut the chain that ties me

as long as humans are entangled