This peach-hued feeling is a kind of bliss It makes the whole world shimmer with delight Strange, isn’t it? I don’t even need a meal Like a sage who lives on mist alone When I’m in love, I feel truly alive This peach-hued feeling is almost frightening As if it could change the shape of everything It’s strange, yet not so hard to understand Like a wizard casting gentle spells When I’m in love, I feel truly alive When I’m in love, I feel truly alive When the peach-hued feeling fades away Everything begins to ache and weigh It’s strange, but I can’t find a way out Even an immortal might feel this doubt Having known love, I feel truly alive
