Over the breeze of a dream,
one day while I was walking on the moon...
I sat with an angel,
and over one or two drinks we talked about love
we talked about you, and she asked me...
"is this real? ...it sounds like a dream
a dream we angels have,
about a goddess, the forbidden incarnation of love."

I'll stop time tonight,
see you for the last time, until the next time.
I want to come home tonight,
and while I hold your waist upwards.
kiss you for the last time, until the next time.

Where was I before the time I kissed your lips?
I knew I was doomed, you made me the luckiest.