Hi Miss Alice
With your glass eyes
What kind of dream
Can آپ see?
Are آپ fascinated with?
Stilll
My دل tears
And drifts
Stuck in the patched crevices
Are memories
Hi Miss Alice
With that fruitful lips
To whom does love
Is cast away?
Is lamented?
Already
I spin my words
Feverish tongue
Has turned cold
The song to love
Can't be sung either
Still آپ do not answer
Suna no Oshiro (english translation)
In the quietly waiting casle
In a thirsty time of change.
Ah ash coloured me
is just vanishing slowly
Need to die
Gather the stars
and building a casle of sand
Where i utter a soft prayer
Ambused سے طرف کی those footsteps
Falling into dust
Flowing away
"Please"
Someone
