Woorden: Gackt. Freesia Op.1 (translated).

No one's here in this quiet little place
I still remember the two of us

I wonder if he knew
What attracted us to each other...

Gazing at each other with fleeting looks

He was smiling kindly
Each time I noticed his sign...

And words were never even exchanged

Now, the dream like phantom is inside my memories
As the looks of that time have faded