The world spins around
and sometimes we do end where we started
Footprints and marks are left untouched
in the heart’s memory book
Fresh and not rust, it comes out
nor as a ghost of the howling past
It’s just a shadow with wings
flying around our heads
Like bats that mirrors
the dark side of the moon
Walk past through the tunnels
the very one’s of doom
タトゥーは何時でも再会
彫り終わっても別れではない