I woke up as an unaware drunkard
All of this bickering goes on til the dawn comes
Worn out, we all look horrible
Until all thousand voices become hoarse
Neglecting my happiness, I never want to sober up
Until it’s time to listen to your voice
I’m giving into you, but you don’t even have anything to say
And my body is dyed
And then
The sacred mountain is covered in mud, it’s smeared and chipping away, ah yes, it’s not half bad
I’m a milligram away from succumbing
Getting drunk again and again, unexpectedly- Ah, it’s not half bad
I’m a drunkard unaware of my rival in love, so
The singing voices are uncountable
And once one gets lost in them, they end up at your xx
Hey, look at how pretty it is, the daydream rondo
I hide a thousand and can only spit out ten
Please don’t let this fleeting happiness go away
Until I can lend an ear by your side
I’m giving into you, but you don’t even have anything to say
And my heart is dyed
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My muddy, obstructed, and broken vision of the future- It’s not half bad
Giving in, I’m living
Getting drunk again and again, unexpectedly- Ah, it’s not half bad
I’m a drunkard unaware of the story