Until the morning comes, the kindled light sways in the windnThe tomorrow that's too far away; wanting light, I stared at a candlennIn the night that's too deep, loneliness always gave such a raw, true feelingnThere's no answer, but in my heart, light is kindlednnThe golden scenery will repaint the blackness in the morningnSurely, in your chest, it'll give you the strength to livennI cannot wait for the morning. Because no one wants solitude.nnI just want to protect the linked destination, even that voice, even that shaken hair, with this handnEven if there's no reason; tomorrow, for younnThe voice of awakening that had resounded is resonantnThe quiet palpitation is hidden in my chest, it'll divulge this nightnThe kindled light softly illuminates the darkness in my heartnnIn the room of the sweetly swayed velvetnWax bares its claws, leaving behind scarsnSlowly, bewitchingly, the dinner party is...nnUntil the morning comes, the frozen body is searching for warmthnThe gap between the sheets I slid into was velvetnnThe golden scenery will repaint the blackness in the morningnSurely, in your chest, it'll give you the strength to livennI cannot wait for the morning. Because no one wants solitude.nnI just want to protect the linked destination, even that voice, even that shaken hair, with this handnEven if there's no reason; tomorrow, for younnThe artificial roses that seem to be destroyed are in brilliancenWanting to be shined upon; In the red dream, this room will be dyednThe kindled light softly illuminates the darkness in my heart