Eternally chasing your afterimage.

In my dream I see the side of your face as it is in those days
vanished, running away into the back of ordinary tall grass.

I chase a distant reason to start recalling that memory.
I arrive at the conclusion out of breath, and irritated.

Far away.

What year that matter of the past is?

I'll never turn back to that place again.
My heart intent on leaving behind a "damn it".

If it's a dream then I don't want to get it back.
That's why it's alright to convey this feeling, right?

Even now I still chase that sunshine's afterimage.

Both morning and evening also this present, I'm in sorrow.
In a world without you, I'll try to live on.

O Death, O Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well what is this, that I can't see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me.
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold.
Who'll have mercy on my soul?
O Death, O Death, consider my age.
Please don't take me at this stage.

O, Death. O Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

O, I am death, and none can tell.
If I open the door to heaven or hell.
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold.
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O Death, I come to take the soul.
Leave the body and leave it cold.
O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Ask not the sun why she sets
Why she shrouds her light away
Or why she hides her glowing gaze
When night turns crimson gold to grey

For silent falls the guilty sun
As day to dark does turn
One simple truth she dare not speak:
Her light can only blind and burn

No mercy for the guilty
Bring down their lying sun
Blood so silver black by night
Upon their faces pale white

Cruel moon, bring the end
The dawn will never rise again