"The death of our love, my dear,Was a lie cloaked in a tragic goodbye.The grand ritual has finally begun"Drawing an arc in our silent loveThe waning moon will never returnTo whom does my song reach out?Please, tell meAt the end of summerThe snowscape I watched with youPainted in the narrow skyOur pure white heartsWere the definitive beginningThat we witnessed at our very end"The death of our love, my dear,Was a lie cloaked in a tragic goodbye.The grand ritual has finally begun"The blade of peeling memoriesOur frozen love will never thawTo whom does your voice reach out?Please, answer meAt the beginning of winterThe snowscape that vanished with youRepeating over and overThose pure white liesWere the definitive mistakeThat we finally forgave at our very endThe snowscape we see at our very endShrouded in gentle liesIt looked so beautifully brightAt the end of summerThe snowscape I watched with youPainted in the narrow skyOur pure white heartsWere the definitive beginningThat we witnessed at our very endAt the beginning of winterThe snowscape that vanished with youRepeating over and overThose pure white liesWere the definitive mistakeThat we finally forgave at our very end"The death of our love, my dear,Was a lie cloaked in a tragic goodbye.The grand ritual has finally begun"
