As though you are fallen in
The avalanche of snow
And pour on thoughts full of scepticism
The black rose on your breast
Makes you stupefy
Deep below in the abysm
Away from human sweetness
The black rose on your breast
Makes you poison your soul
Your dying passion's gleaming
When the expired flare of your heart
Is flashing by in agony
The stream of woven visions
Dissolve in a spacious ocean
The black rose on your breast
Makes you transform into twilight