But you said, "It's not necessary to take the world seriously."
How hurtful it was to fall in love with thin red lips.
What kind of heart can I have to face my goodness?
Can't you think about how much you hurt me?
Your love is like the perfect poison to your opponent's heart.
You're still pretty.
Don't want to think about how many real nights I've spent with you.
I don't know how many real nights you've spent with me.
There is no way to know. >But you said, "It's not necessary to take the world seriously."
How hurtful it is that I fell in love with those thin lips."
The depths of the abyss are so deep that you used up all my love and threw it out to the wilderness to be buried."
No one knows what you're guilty of, but with what you can prove it."
Your kisses are really brutal.
Repeat. I want to ask, ask, ask, ask, how do I get out of this?
Or maybe love is just a way to fill each other's loneliness
Or maybe it's an impulsive illusion
You say, "The world's too beautiful to be taken seriously."
Letting myself lose my mind, and in the end, I've learned a lesson.
It's so hurtful to fall in love with thin red lips.
When do you feel something?
When I feel something, when I don't feel anything
Even if you suddenly lose track of me, you and I probably shouldn't have gone on together
(Kissing and kissing with you, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing, kissing and kissing and kissing.