这不可能是夏日，

因为夏日已逝。

另一个春天又还太早，

黑色的鸟儿还未歌唱，

积雪还未覆盖小镇的街道。

这也不可能是死亡，

它的红色太辉煌，

死者难道不该穿着白色的衣裳？

我就这样不停地问，

直到夕阳灿烂的手指，

自缀满宝石的袖口，

按住我的双唇。

It can't be "Summer"!

That - got through!

It's early - yet - for "Spring"!

There's that long town of White - to cross -

Before the Blackbirds sing!

It can't be "Dying"!

It's too Rouge -

The Dead shall go in White -

So Sunset shuts my question down

With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

BGM：I Have Nothing