[Nouma #21]

Please disguise as mine,
then all of my dreams can construct
a new home for my desire,
a new round to keep our conscience clear.

Now spread out your love,
i'll be part of the harvest,
'cause I've burned my dearest bridges
and i let go of all that once was worth

It all went wrong,
when all the hands we held
became the knives in our backs.

Rise and fall, all for me (4x)

Is it so hard to believe that you' re mine?
These times brought to light the wounds
no one cares about.
Is it so hard to believe that we' re these figures played
with 'till the end
no one cares about.