Velvet night, a shadow breathes low, Silk on skin, where rustles flow. Moonlit glass, reflections in blue, Every touch is woven, soft and true. Silk remembers, silk lingers, In drifting dreams, desire weaves. Whispers remain, smooth as wine, Silk and time, your hand in mine. 夜のヴェール 影は息づく 絹の吐息 かすかにそよぐ 月のグラス 青に映る影 触れるたびに 夢を紡ぐ 絹は夢み 絹は漂う まどろむ夢へ 心を運ぶ 囁きだけが ワインのように 絹と時 あなたに溶けてゆく
