Hidarite

Left Hand

I was first brainwashed
I became deep inside
Facing the opposite room
And also in the deep forest

I have a habit of waiting
A piece of black sugar
Dropping it, I see it
Just like that

Even if I mix the fixed moon
My eyes that met there
The snow that won't melt, ah, dances remnants
Will it be forgiven

I have a habit of waiting
Sinking into the deep sea
I desire that

From the remaining love, from the remaining love
Echoing through the empty corridor
After hesitating, ah, turning the page
Waving after getting lost
Is always the left hand

If you can surpass, then from there
If you can stop, then from here

Even if I mix the fixed moon
My eyes that met there
The snow that won't melt, ah, dances remnants
Will it be forgiven

From the remaining love, from the remaining love
Echoing through the empty corridor
After hesitating, ah, turning the page
Waving after getting lost
Is always the left hand