That's a poor excuse, boy;
I'd sooner play with sheets of ice.
The night doesn't show me its true face;
it's acting like a pierrot would.

Maybe tonight,
although I've tried to leave the parched city over and over.

Like I'm drowning in the swaying of light and shadow,*
my broken heel just makes me miserable and confused.
The hot kisses between a man and woman repeat,
placing with those false words, my loneliness.

Don't look at me with cold eyes;
but what do you know?
Though my love covers up my heart,
it is always alone.

"Maybe tonight"
Although I've lost you over and over, I refuse to believe it.

Reflected in the mirror, like a child,
merely looking at my profile isn't enough.
A woman who is attracted by red rouge
has everything burn up and disappear with her loneliness.

* Repeat