I confess my real name
To someone in a hippie movie
Monochrome on the screen, giving me a startle
It’s a bad dream
I turned off the alarm on the right
The glaring evening sun enters immediately
A bad face
An ugly afternoon
I was thinking of ending it with you at the nightclub
Only about one dose of syrup
You won’t sweeten anymore
Even a happy ending is bitter
I want to try running to the left love
What is it?
It’s okay to become deeply sinful with the pouring water
But today too, it’s a short, boring afternoon
It will be night again
How can I face all this disturbance
I feel frustrated, avoiding the center just a little
It keeps swinging like this
Something’s wrong
I closed the curtains
As if escaping
From the darkening window
I was thinking of ending it with you at the nightclub
Only about one dose of syrup
You won’t sweeten anymore
Even a happy ending is bitter
I want to try running to the left love
What is it?
I hit it
Left love’s batter
The unfaithful part is sexy
I want to slip on precarious oil
Diminuendo
An affair at the nightclub
Left unattended without knowing the reason
On the right, a phone