When I look down, the sun
Cuts through, inmidst of the snow
The black shadow is floating
Inside of a faint dream?
Now, take it away
This burning arm, those wings

I fall in the sky
forbidden gate

Where should I go to be able to forget? The flying crows
I'll go to a future which can't see these thougts
If I fall down, will I finally reach your world?
He, who is attached to death; so much that it's stupid, is still...

When I look down, the sun
Ah... Forbidden Gate

Where should I go to be able to forget? The flying crows
I'll go to a future which can't see these thougts
If I fall down, will I finally reach your world?
He, who is attached to death; so much that it's stupid, is
still...Ah

Forbidden gate
I fall in the sky
forbidden gate

He, who is attached to death; so much that it's stupid, is still...
inside of the framed picture