Kouchouran: ＳＡＴＡＮ　ＩＳ　ＡＬＷＡＹＳ　ＨＡＰＰＹ

All of my senses have gone numb,
My body frozen cold.
My heart beats seemingly slower and slower,
I feel like I am dying inside myself.

Can you save me from the bitter frost?
like a flie in the net of a spider
Call my name and wake me up
Touch my hand and warm me with your embrace

Is it too late to be saved now?
I close both eyes and the atmosphere turns black.
“I'm so sorry” are the last words I whisper…