1. I am the suffering lover though you don't know
I seek refuge from passion that seeped into my chest

2. My dear, tonight has come dressed in its finery
So rise, let's find armor of patience against insomnia

3. And this wakefulness urges us towards fever
So come now, though we are on a frail vessel

4. My dear, tonight has lived long
And it has no other than tales and remembrance

5. So bring us the most sober of tales attended
To delight with, tales are surely like wine