In a dark wintry tokyo
In the mahjong parlour, he waits
Severed past thrumming through his hands
Glory comes to the one who waits
In the hallways, they're lying there
In the red blossom of your gaze
In your arms, there is nothing left
We are all on the wait

My whole life is the mystery that I can't break
Our limbs and the calvary of our mistakes
I would love to heal you now

In a dark wintry tokyo
In the mahjong parlours, they wait
Severed pasts sweeping through their hands
Glory comes to the ones that wait
In the heart of the young
Red blossom of your pain

All I wanted to see is that I am better
All I want to believe is that I am better
Round and round
All I want you to see is that I am better
Round and round