THE YELLOW MONKEY – 球根

THE YELLOW MONKEY – Bulb     

Hair, the palm, a glow of love  

Dreary ardor more sporadic than dream  

Forbidden  

Nobody would be pleased  

If you are willing to bloom, I will dig a hole

The world has nearly collapsed

Now in the rain like shooting stars

Our bodies tightly interlocked with each other

Shouting at night

Staccato of life

A bulb of life, wait in the soil

Increase your roots to the degree of sorrow

This bright red passion has colored the two of us

Dead or alive

That’s all

The world has been shattered, but

I’ll sprinkle the water of hope

Our bodies tightly interlocked with each other

Staccato of life in eternity

A bulb of life, wait in the soil

Increase your roots in soul

Bloom…

Flower

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手の平 [tenohira]: the palm