Now Those Days Arrive When, Stem Throbbing, Each Flower Sheds Its Fragrance Like A Censer: Sounds And Scents Twine In The Evening Air: Languorous Dizziness, Melancholy Dancing! Each Flower Sheds Its Fragrance Like A Censer: The Violin Quivers, A Heart That's Suffering: Languorous Dizziness, Melancholy Dancing! The Sky Is Lovely, Sad Like A Huge Altar. The Violin Quivers, A Heart That's Suffering: A Heart, Hating The Vast Black Void, So Tender! The Sky Is Lovely, Sad Like A Huge Altar: The Sun Is Drowned, In Its Own Blood Congealing. A Heart, Hating The Vast Black Void, So Tender: Each Trace Of The Luminous Past It's Gathering! The Sun Is Drowned, In Its Own Blood Congealing A Vessel Of The Host, Your Memory Shines There.