A sensor light, I haven’t heard news lately
It’s as if I am not in this room
Put fig jam on the hashtag then
Make bubbles in a bathtub
I will revive myself for tomorrow… Undead!!
It’s not like there is no possibility, if it’s with you
Go around and around, machine and water
Stare softly the universe in the drum-type washing machine
I want to flirt, Ah, until I die
Drew an arc, the end of the solar
The love became a little tired
It is gradually moving away
I am going on an asteroid at n o’clock
You, holding a dream
Holding it, holding it, holding it
Holding it, holding it, hmm-
Exploring except the 1LD system
I don’t want to be named, feelings got lost
Planned the way out, but it was already
On the catalog
What can I do? Reincarnation is the only way…
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not like there is no possibility, you
The aroma smell, the softener
Please tell me the secret of drum-type washing machines
I want to flirt, Ah, so much I want to die
I was attracted to, beyond the solar
The love, without saying goodbye,
Went out from the solar system
It’s ok to go out with a streamline shape
It’s fine like that
Please smile instead, laugh track
Please do a show in a chiropractic way
I don’t want to decide anything tonight
I am obsessed
I know, the place to put is, capable laundry
I even forgot about that… because I have been so busy
Holding a dream then straying off course
I want to flirt, Ah, until I die
Drew an arc, the end of the solar
Love is a little shy
It is almost burned out
It’s good to go on an asteroid at i o’clock
That would be good
Good, good, good,
Good, good, hmm-