The light keeps spinning around my head At the end of the suffering where I can do nothing

Because our illness is only going to get worse! Even though you yell with such a gentle voice!

Hey, let's talk about things we don't know We probably didn't have enough vitamins, did we?

Two kind people, the liar is time itself Does it hurt? If the bouquet is painful...

Overlapping with my voice that has grown small, a singing voice Shall we decorate with artificial flowers this time? We don't need fragrance anyway.