*What's with your hair color? Putting on a face to forget something, I grit my teeth, my teary eyes reflected. The answer I soaked was to act tough, My parched body sinks into the eternal night.

It was supposed to be a night of sanity, But I don't remember what I said. Suddenly sober, I sat deep in my chair. The answer I made was to act tough, I grabbed a piece of crushed ice.

Turning red on the Chuo Line, Getting used to the speed, facing each other. We were surely invincible back then. Remembering all this at the dresser...

Ah, I applied my delicate lip color firmly. I won't give up yet. It's frustrating, it's hateful, I still haven't cried nearly enough.

I became strong with red lips. I don't care if it's just a delusion. Being demure is for pale pink, Only that, for when I just want to play.

What are you going to do? About the fire that was supposed to be immortal. I tried to find a similar color somehow. It's so unreliable. The air in the room, the fluttering of the curtains, I resent my reckless self.

ZTBG ZTBG That alone is boring. I won't ZTBG, So anyone will do. Hold me.

Ah, I became strong with red lips. I don't care if it's just a delusion. Being demure is for pale pink, Only that, for when I just want to play.

I applied my delicate lip color firmly. I won't give up yet. It's frustrating, it's hateful, I still haven't cried nearly enough.

Matte and mature, Glowing with a practiced air.

I wasn't even in love, but I let him hold me. With my eyes kept shut.

Ah, the smeared lipstick is so seductive, I come to my senses in this one-room apartment. With a tear-jerker movie as background music, Maybe I'll let myself be completely weak for a while. If I layer my delicate lip color on top, I feel like I'll become strong again. Tonight is still long, So just a little longer until I've had enough.

Red, pink, tonight I'm a bit flashy. I just wanna let me down so stay ey Don't ask this and that, or startle me, Even if I step on your toes or let the truth slip out.

My profile has been gone for a long time. My handles that love letting go. How much more of this anxious pink, How much longer until I can get drunk on it?

Even if I make it dark red, it's just a different shade, right? Then I'll be prideless, I'm this kind of woman, prideless.

Let me cry.

Because I'm going to become strong.*