A feeble fire is lit at the edge of my heart;
without my knowing, it spreads into burning passion.
My butterfly flapped about aimlessly,
leaving behind some powder on your hand.
Pulling apart our intertwined fingers,
moving from our lips to our tongues.
What we're doing do might be unforgivable,
and that's precisely why we're so fired up.
I want you to embrace me closely and gauge my limit.
Please make me believe that this is not a sin.
I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.
I want to be intoxicated and drowned in your charm.
It might be necessary for you to tied me up;
if you love me, then show me some fidelity.
I can't help but like "weird" things,
so let's just go as far as we can go.
With a heart that has gone astray,
we will melt so easily,
that there's no free time for us
even to feel each other's tenderness.
What has been repeating is not our dream,
but the unmistakably realistic "we."
I know as soon as we touch, we can't turn back,
but that's fine, for you're my one and only love.
As dawn breaks, I become uneasy,
and end up crying in tears.
You whispered "It's okay" to me,
but were you also crying?
I want you to embrace me closely and gauge my limit.
Please make me believe that this is not a sin.
I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.
I want to be intoxicated and drowned in your charm.
Draw me closer, as if we are two magnets,
that even if we separate, we will reunite again.
Let's become one; it's okay not to able to turn back.
That's fine, for you're my one and only love.
