Jirenma furuu kajou no kifu senjou de matsu arufa soppo muiteru kaitou
Yohaku no nai zero no shikai genshou s****ku machi kazoekirenai taikou
Karamaru rain berubetto sakanaderu toki no yuuretsu
Kibin to uragaeshi you wa amenai hito no mure
Dare no sei? shibonda kazari no you na yuugure
Mimimoto ni sotto iu yo damasenai hontou no shiruetto
Jiritsu wa saimu semai jiron yoridokoro nai beta myou ni hakadoru mendou
Jirai no mae yokan wa nai tobikomi hajiketara kawa ichimai de henkou
Zeijaku na shinario
Sotto sukuu seigikan wa kibou no feiku
Nichijou wa jidou no suraido kawarazu
Karamaru rain berubetto sakanaderu toki no yuuretsu
Kibin to uragaeshi you wa amenai hito no mure
Sonachine no buruu wa wakare no naka k**otte
Machigai wa mou jijitsu modaenai sakana no me
Himotokenai fuan youso wa owari wo s***au "koronde"
Mimimoto ni sotto iu yo damasenai hontou no shiruetto
=============== English ===============
A dilemma - I get up my nerve. It's an excessive contribution, an alpha that waits on the borderline, a reply that turns the other way.
We have a zero field of vision with no margins - the diminishing town and countless opposition.
The line is tangled - when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way, the dominance
Quickly turns the other way - in short, it won't braid in the group of people.
Whose fault is it? The twilight is like a faded decoration.
Say it quietly in my ear. You can't fool me from the true silhouette.
Independence is a debt, a narrow pet theory, a beta with no basis, a strangely advancing trouble.
In front of the land mine, with no premonitions, when you jump in and burst open, you'll change by one layer of skin.
A fragile scenario -
The sense of justice that secretly saves us is a fake hope.
The ordinary is an automatic slide, unchanging.
The line is tangled - when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way, the dominance
Quickly turns the other way - in short, it won't braid in the group of people.
The blue of the sonatina clouds up inside the parting.
The mistake is now truth. The corn on my foot doesn't worry me.
The part of me that's anxious and can't untie the bow yearns for the end - "Fall down."
Say it quietly in my ear. You can't fool me from the true silhouette.
Yohaku no nai zero no shikai genshou s****ku machi kazoekirenai taikou
Karamaru rain berubetto sakanaderu toki no yuuretsu
Kibin to uragaeshi you wa amenai hito no mure
Dare no sei? shibonda kazari no you na yuugure
Mimimoto ni sotto iu yo damasenai hontou no shiruetto
Jiritsu wa saimu semai jiron yoridokoro nai beta myou ni hakadoru mendou
Jirai no mae yokan wa nai tobikomi hajiketara kawa ichimai de henkou
Zeijaku na shinario
Sotto sukuu seigikan wa kibou no feiku
Nichijou wa jidou no suraido kawarazu
Karamaru rain berubetto sakanaderu toki no yuuretsu
Kibin to uragaeshi you wa amenai hito no mure
Sonachine no buruu wa wakare no naka k**otte
Machigai wa mou jijitsu modaenai sakana no me
Himotokenai fuan youso wa owari wo s***au "koronde"
Mimimoto ni sotto iu yo damasenai hontou no shiruetto
=============== English ===============
A dilemma - I get up my nerve. It's an excessive contribution, an alpha that waits on the borderline, a reply that turns the other way.
We have a zero field of vision with no margins - the diminishing town and countless opposition.
The line is tangled - when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way, the dominance
Quickly turns the other way - in short, it won't braid in the group of people.
Whose fault is it? The twilight is like a faded decoration.
Say it quietly in my ear. You can't fool me from the true silhouette.
Independence is a debt, a narrow pet theory, a beta with no basis, a strangely advancing trouble.
In front of the land mine, with no premonitions, when you jump in and burst open, you'll change by one layer of skin.
A fragile scenario -
The sense of justice that secretly saves us is a fake hope.
The ordinary is an automatic slide, unchanging.
The line is tangled - when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way, the dominance
Quickly turns the other way - in short, it won't braid in the group of people.
The blue of the sonatina clouds up inside the parting.
The mistake is now truth. The corn on my foot doesn't worry me.
The part of me that's anxious and can't untie the bow yearns for the end - "Fall down."
Say it quietly in my ear. You can't fool me from the true silhouette.