we don't adapt
we don't regret
we want to go to war
I make no promises as much as possible
The underwear section of the department store is dark.
I want to join an anti-government guerrilla organization.
I want to know the absence of disorder
I want to see the moment when our sighs turn into rubble and fall into the schoolyard.
I want to be that girl in a skirt
I would like to argue that the melancholy that has passed is not a tragedy but a comedy.
I want to talk to you about this lonely happiness
I would like to try the final self-result with a blade length of 15 cm.
I want to hear the sound of Pegasus' wings
I want to burn the letter that I couldn't send to the early winter sky.
I want to cry when it's illuminated by the setting sun
I want to see the original cherry treeもう一度. I want to die. I want to die.
I want to convey to you that today, for those of us who didn't die, the day we live in is so bright.
Even so, I want to tell you that there are days when I wish I hadn't died.
I want to be held in my mother's chestもう一度
i want to love me