The time is up, early coming
Just touch me hundreds times before the Lethe
No whispering now, please
We dont have enough time to show each other again, our history

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
But after the Lethe, where we belone?

Just touch me now
No whispering, please
Make love to me this moment, before the Lethe ～～～
I really wanna feel you all, my dearest