| Song | Springtime Deaths |
| Artist | Hortus Animae |
| Album | Waltzing Mephisto |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hortus Animae, Lucifer | |
| Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. | |
| Another cruelty brought to me. | |
| And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... | |
| Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it's not time for leaves to fall and it's not time for dying at all... | |
| Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay... | |
| Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with melancholy of the grey something faded away, but melancholy remained... | |
| I cannot... regret... | |
| In springtime the grey has the due to fade away but the days come grey again, with the season of grief in bloom cause in springtime the deaths are two. |
| zuo qu : Hortus Animae, Lucifer | |
| Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. | |
| Another cruelty brought to me. | |
| And again a flower born and before it withers wind' s whispers are blowing it away... | |
| Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it' s not time for leaves to fall and it' s not time for dying at all... | |
| Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay... | |
| Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with melancholy of the grey something faded away, but melancholy remained... | |
| I cannot... regret... | |
| In springtime the grey has the due to fade away but the days come grey again, with the season of grief in bloom cause in springtime the deaths are two. |
| zuò qǔ : Hortus Animae, Lucifer | |
| Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. | |
| Another cruelty brought to me. | |
| And again a flower born and before it withers wind' s whispers are blowing it away... | |
| Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it' s not time for leaves to fall and it' s not time for dying at all... | |
| Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay... | |
| Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with melancholy of the grey something faded away, but melancholy remained... | |
| I cannot... regret... | |
| In springtime the grey has the due to fade away but the days come grey again, with the season of grief in bloom cause in springtime the deaths are two. |