*Hey, let's talk about things we don't know. Two kind people; time is the liar.

Even though I hate you this much, I love you just as much. So I stuffed only the whitest snow into your mouth.

Unable to become a kind person, we continue to wait for the rain together. If only we could reduce our bodies too, we might laugh a little.

Light keeps spinning in my head, because our illness will only get worse.

Hey, let's talk about things we don't know. Two kind people; time is the liar. Overlapping with my voice that has grown small, the voice that sings says, "It would be nice if it just became a fairy tale," and laughs, and we just go to sleep together again. Clumsy words are fine, I don't need kindness.

In the seasons that circulate coldly, we dream only of words, believing that we will be rewarded. The two of us lose even more.

At the end of the suffering of being unable to do anything, even though you yell with such a kind voice!

We probably didn't have enough vitamins either. Is it painful? If the bouquet is painful, shall we decorate with artificial flowers next time? I don't need fragrance either. "I'm sorry it turned out like this," you say, again! Our tiny little quarrels overlapped and got in our way!

Hey, let's talk about things we don't know. Two kind people, let's play a game of lying time. Overlapping with your voice that has chilled through, the voice that sings Ah, says, "If only it would just become a fairy tale...!" and just laughs as if about to cry again. It's okay to be suffering. Words like that are fine.

We are always in a long night. Before sadness nestles close and sleeps again, let's talk about things we don't know. I don't need kindness.*

Hey, let's talk about things we don't know.

Time is the liar.