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bouquet

子供騙しに騙されまくりのまま
大人みたいなものになる
わからないこと全部置き去りにして
虚ろな部屋に吸い込まれてく

最低な 関係で よかったね
こんなんで 本当はよかったね

涙まみれの傘を閉じれば
君に会える気がしてる
はなればなれの気持ち奏でる
Eight beat, eight beat shitまた

色とりどりの花束を持った
悲しみと目が合うだろう
それならそれで構わないのさ
Eight beat, eight beat shit まだ

まなこに映らないもの一つ一つに
まなこに映らないもの込めて
例えばそれに名前をつけるとしたら
それも何だか気恥ずかしいな

僕らは 素直で ありたいだけ
この想いを 妨げるのは 一体誰？
最低な関係は終わらないね終わらないね
ほつれた心を千切ってまたほつれて
もう少しがもう少しを呼んでまたもう少しを呼んでまたもう少し
散々見た光景まだ擦り倒し足りないね

涙まみれの傘を閉じれば
ずぶ濡れになるだけでしょう？
それくらいなら、もう慣れたもんさ

涙まみれの傘が邪魔でさ
君を見失いそうになる
はなればなれの気持ちそのまま
Eight beat, eight beat shit また

色とりどりの花束を持った
悲しみが手招いてる
僕は今でも、あの時のまま
Eight beat, eight beat shit まだ

涙まみれの傘を閉じてさ
君に会いに行こうと思う
はなればなれの気持ち抱えて
Eight beat, eight beat shit 鳴れ

色とりどりの花束を持った
悲しみと手を繋いだら
その時はまた、ひとつよしなに
Eight beat, eight beat shit なんかじゃない

bouquet

I've been getting fooled by childish tricks
and becoming something like an adult
leaving all the things I don't understand behind,
and I'm getting sucked into a hollow room.

Our relationship is awful, isn't it?
But isn't it nice, this way?

If I close my tear-stained umbrella,
I feel like I could meet you.
The feeling of being apart plays out,
an eight-beat, eight-beat shit, again.

With a colorful bouquet,
my sadness will surely catch your eye.
But that's okay with me.
An eight-beat, eight-beat shit, still.

To all the things that my eyes can't see,
to all the things that my eyes can't see,
for example, if I were to give them a name
that would be embarrassing somehow.

We just want to be honest
Who is it that's getting in the way of my feelings?
This awful relationship won't end, it won't end
We tear our frayed hearts out again and again
A little more calls for a little more which calls for a little more and again
I've seen enough of this sad sight and I'm still not satisfied.

If I close my tear-stained umbrella
I'll just get soaked, won't I?
I'm used to it by now.

This tear-stained umbrella is getting in my way.
I can't see you through it.
My feelings of separation stay the same.
An eight-beat, eight-beat shit, again.

With a colorful bouquet,
my sadness beckons me.
I'm still the same as that day.
An eight-beat, eight-beat shit, still.

I'll close my tear-stained umbrella
and go see you.
With my feelings of separation in my heart,
an eight-beat, eight-beat shit, let it play.

With a colorful bouquet,
if I take my sadness by the hand,
then once more, just once more,
an eight-beat, eight-beat shit, that's nothing