It's all your fault for loving me so easily
Letting me unwittingly be satisfied with love's vainglory
It's all your fault for how you pamper people, it's a kind of temptation

It's all your fault, how in your eyes
You always hide the haze that lets people love and pity you
It's all your fault, your silly dreams of love are like a demon's curse
After being loved by you, who could I wriggle and writhe for?

I admit, it's the moon that provoked this disaster
That kind of moon color is too beautiful and you're too gentle
In that instant it caused me to only want to grow old with you

I admit, it's the promises that provoked this disaster
Words that seemed as sweet as honey, moved me
Even a studier heart of steel would be softened

What kind of love is moving enough
To make two people want to promise their lives?