THE YELLOW MONKEY – BURN

THE YELLOW MONKEY – BURN     

A lonely road that is blazing  

It doesn’t belong to anybody  

Hair is let ruffle in the wind  

A mirage ahead on this road  

Pandora’s box I closed to kill that day  

I cannot deny that I have a feeling of sadness

I lost it in the distant past

Limitless pleasure is far away

All I can do is to forge ahead

Treasuring tender memories there

Burn, burn, burn, burn

At night, I have a pink dream

In the morning, I don’t open the blinds of hope, but

I clean my body at least

It’s cute

I don’t feel lonely

Only the memories of the summer sea and the winter town are erogenous

Tonight, my soul that must have fallen asleep is burning somehow

Hold me, hold me

A bird that cannot fly is left behind

My chest and back are those of an adult, but

Boundless joy is far away

All I can do is to talk about it

Treasuring my tender memories in my heart

Burn, burn, burn, burn

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性感帯 [seikantai]: an erogenous zone