Sunset orange Dripped through my Patterned soul Set your sights Obligated to recognize, reasoning and compromise This is not what I intended Room is filled with emptiness, just to kill my tolerance This is not what I wanted Lift the love Pour me out Strain virus Now I'm won Remembering a birth of hatred The thought of you has broken years I pray for loss of memory Still haven't found a way to crush my feelings Sailing down a red river, hands are drifting through the water, Please help me to explain the meaning and story of Narcissus (EN)'s song Loculus in English, using authentic American expressions.
