What has been repeating is not our dream,
but the unmistakably realistic "we."
I know as soon as we touch, we can't turn back,
but that's fine, for you're my one and only love.

As dawn breaks, I become uneasy,
and end up crying in tears.
You whispered "It's okay" to me,
but were you also crying?

I want you to embrace me closely and gauge my limit.
Please make me believe that this is not a sin.
I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.
I want to be intoxicated and drowned in your charm.

Draw me closer, as if we are two magnets,
that even if we separate, we will reunite again.
Let's become one; it's okay not to able to turn back.
That's fine, for you're my one and only love.