To speak figuratively, I'm like an apple;
sweet, brittle, and poison
What I want to hide is worthless
Go on, somebody, laugh at me
Something small -
an appeal,
a compliment,
a misleading word;
They're all connected upon...
being nothing but lies
Like a red, red, red, red apple,
at my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet temptation, I cry
Long, long, long beyond my regret,
is there anything at all?
The sun, the sea, kisses, the future; is it wrong to ponder on those things?
Listening closely for an invisible enemy, it frightens me - no, makes me sick to my stomach
Even if you punish me once or twice,
I'll just coolly go on telling more lies, won't I?
When I hold up the white, white, white, white light,
I slip under the dark, dark, dark, dark shadows,
and a tiny, tiny, tiny secret is glorified
Will anything ever change?
Surrounded by red, red, red, red lies,
faint, faint, faint, faint tears surface again
Though burdened with a deep, deep, deep debt,
I won't ever stop...
It's not anything I loved, or any kind of big deal,
but what I touched, what I saw, I made sure to take it all
Whatever lies I wound with, and whatever wounds I suffer,
I must protect what I must...!
Scop
Matsutori
What I want to protect is something important to me
Laugh all you want, I'll stand by to the end...