Step by step, I invade a forbidden forest.
I get drunk with pleasure to fill curiosity.
A miasma envelops around and grows dark.
Ivy is twined around here. I tread a thorny path.
A sweet pain gives me hunger. I bite the apple the witch tempts.
My thunder blood screams out “Go！ Do it”,
even if I'm doomed with the cause.
Don't lose your way, don't lose your way,
If you give in, you are the harlequin.
Don't lose your way, whatever others may say.
You know, you are the proud queen.
Go along the runway to deep in the forest
where you will not be able to hear annoying words.
Faster, faster as if to brush the haunting shadow away！
You may weep in the secret garden.
You may weep gently in the garden.
Mirror , mirror, shut up for good.
I'm fed up with a change of heart flattery.
My ruby blood sparkles in the fire,
even if I'm doomed with the cause.
Don't need a tiara. Don't need a prince.
If you give in, then you are the harlequin.
Don't lose your way, whatever others may say.
You know, you are the proud queen.
Lead your way, lead your way to the ending like a fairy tale.
You are the proud queen or the harlequin.