[Intro — Choir & Pipe Organ, staccato organ hits, distant Latin/Japanese chant]
(Choir) In tenebris, caritas morituri —
(Choir softly) 赤い夜、ささやき…
[soft heartbeat percussion enters]
[Verse 1 — Whispered, intimate]
I walked the corridor where our promises fell silent,
I counted every softened lie like notes on a ledger.
I tied a ribbon—stained with the proof you left behind,
I left my prints on the wine glass you used to laugh from.
私は見ていた、冷たい瞳で — I watched, precise.
[Pre-Chorus — Quiet build, sparse piano, organ stabs]
Paper vows folded into cranes, a confession pressed and sealed,
You smiled and bent the truth; I learned the angle of your deceit.
My breath was even, measured—calculation in the dark,
I learned to make our memory play the tune I write.
[Chorus — Short, punchy hook (melodic anchor)]
Crimson Valentine — 赤いバレンタイン
Crimson Valentine — 愛は刃と薔薇
[Verse 2 — Ritualistic, methodical, strings swell]
I arranged the scene with care: a note, a chair, the candlelight,
A necklace on the table — your name threaded through the lie.
I poured the wine with steady hands; fingerprints stayed where they were,
A theater of glass, the stage set for the truth to unspool.
私は組み立てた、静かに、芸術のように — I composed the fall.
[Pre-Chorus 2 — Rising heartbeat percussion]
You taught me how to mimic warmth; I learned the shadow's role,
I spoke the lines you loved to hear, then watched the mask unfold.
Cold calculation, soft applause — I move the marionette strings,
I am the quiet architect of how your ending sings.
[Chorus — Short repeat, choir echoes]
Crimson Valentine — 赤いバレンタイン
Crimson Valentine — 愛は刃と薔薇
[Bridge — Choir intensifies; chant fragments alternate Latin & Japanese]
(Choir) In tenebris, veritas lucet — 真実が灯る。
(Whispered) I pull, you crumble; a puppeteer's smile.
(Choir) Domine, audire — 愛よ、聞け。
I arrange the ritual: ribbon, paper, a single folded plea.
Staccato organ punctuates each measured breath;
strings scrape like secrets being revealed.
[Instrumental Interlude — organ solo with choir swells, heartbeat tapers then returns]
[Bridge 2 — Confession in first person, near scream then hush]
I tied the ribbon around the memory and watched it darken,
I read your handwriting until the slant admitted guilt.
I left a confession folded at the place you used to meet her,
A small, precise revenge — not chaos, only consequence.
私は笑った — calm, as petals fell (blood-red petals, metaphor),
My hands stayed clean in the theater of my design.
[Chorus — Full, with choir and strings swelling]
Crimson Valentine — 赤いバレンタイン
Crimson Valentine — 愛は刃と薔薇
Crimson Valentine — I own the quiet after time
[Outro — Near-silence, piano single notes, choir a distant hum]
After the curtains, after the hush, I count the stillness like a prayer,
I fold the ribbon into the pocket of a coat you left behind.
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