I’ve even gotten used to this mania that’s like a supernatural disaster, and I mistakenly see this everyday life as peaceful As I’m jolted around by this rambling coaster, what’s the thing I can’t lose sight of? I’m swallowed up by the idea that everything is fundamentally equal and going as far as feeling like my heart’s part of an et cetera If you don’t clearly say what you hate or love, you’re not that much different from a puppet
Ah, the crowd of people traveling through the night seems both happy and lonely The contrast flies around the musical score, turning into song and rhythm
Marmalade & sugar song, peanuts & bitter step It’s sweet and bitter and leaves me feeling faint Let’s aim for the south-southwest and keep on partying. This will be a night to shock the world I feel superb. It forms a chain and reflects
I’m troubled by the objective arguments of rationalistic probability–will our music be degraded as just a means to an end? Look over here. Don’t turn your back. Although saying that won’t turn into any reasonable argument…
After the festival music has ended, there are people who are still in high spirits and some who burst into tears They’re probably the same thing, but when I try to put it into words, it seems extremely childish
Saying it’s the best, sugar song. Saying this is happiness, bitter step. Project the reasons you can’t die in there Even if I think it’s regrettable, tomorrow will come to everyone at the same speed, But if the weather forecast in my mind has finished updating,
Then some day, even if this mania lowers its voice Some day, even if sound arguments lose all meaning Only letting the feeling song & step ring out Will become proof that we are who we should be, QED!
Marmalade & sugar song, peanuts & bitter step Project your reasons for living in there The north-northeast is behind us, and the distance is magnificent
Let’s keep on shocking the whole world.
Marmalade & sugar song, peanuts & bitter step It’s sweet and bitter and leaves me feeling faint Let’s aim for the south-southwest and keep on partying. This will be a night to shock the world I feel superb. It forms a chain of reflections And goes on with our fun going away, hard times going away, and going right back to being fun.