i can tell that lady was right here, just until a moment ago the fragrance of love locked away in this elevator makes me dizzy oh, the foolishness of the boy who fell in love with this lingering scent! like a machine gun pressed to his heart, a flower against his nose without a clue as of to who the fragrance’s owner might be in the lobby are the clacking of heels and the figure i chased after the doors of the merciless elevator shut before i can get on oh, have pity on the boy who fell in love with an after image! like a machine gun pressed to his heart, petals of illusion against his nose please, no more of this pointlessly cycling film behind the eyes of this blind man is a profile haloed by bright lights, a flashback to her slender legs he drowns in an impossible day dream no matter how old i grow, i can’t see you depending only on fragrance and shadows just when will i be able to say “this is it!” and meet my love? a blind man like a machine gun pressed to his heart, a flower against his nose without a clue as of to who the fragrance’s owner might be behind the eyes of this blind man is a profile haloed by bright lights, a flashback to her slender legs he drowns in an impossible day dream