The patients with only a few months to live are supported by the IV of love
The victim’s sweet hopes are funerals and the doctor’s hesitant in showing their repentance
The patients do not know how to live yet and lie in their beds because of an unknown illness
“A fever was the cause of the death”, an indecisive arsonist who should have noticed it in early stages

My heart is pierced with a hole, but even though that should be the only difference
Why do the blurred tear marks on your back look like as if they aren’t going to dry?

This disease is called “love”

The patients in possession of love, begging to have their small lives prolonged
Are companions who want to endure the rough treatment of the perpetrators for those who remember
The patients are strangled together with a red string of fate in a flat knot
Making it hard to breathe, so it can’t be undone, forcing them to depend on the anesthesia

I just want to conceal the gap in my heart, but even though that should be the only difference
I just can’t replace it with any old gauze, I’m dependent on your warmth

This disease is called “love”

Deceived by a beautiful lie it becomes a flower not suitable to meet with
I even mistook this slow-approaching death for a finale
Bewitched by a sordid dream, this sick habit torments me
Feeling faint and breathless from my love, I’m binded by the moment of death

“The name of the disease was love”

余命数ヶ月ばかりの恋に　点滴で扶養する患者達
被害者の甘い期待を弔い　悔悟の機会を躊躇うドクター
所以など行方知らず　未知の病巣に臥す患者達
発熱が死因然れば早期に　躊躇すべきだったと知る放火犯

この心に穴が空いたくらいなのに　たったそれだけの違いなのに
貴方の背中に滲んでく涙痕が　枯れそうもないのはどうしてなの

病名は愛だった

今はもはや持ち腐れの恋に　些事な延命を乞う患者達
加害者の荒い治療に耐えたい　伴侶たる者はと覚るペイシェント
赤い糸を固結び　故に首を絞め合う患者達
呼吸が出来ない　然れど解けない　本旨に反す麻酔に縋っている

ただ心の溝をそっと覆いたくて　たったそれだけの違いなのに
どのガーゼを充てたとしても代えられない　貴方の温もりを待っている

病名は愛だった

美しい嘘に騙されて　会に合わぬ花に成り果てて
緩やかに迫る死期ですら　フィナーレのように見違える
浅ましい夢に化かされて　不例な病に祟られて
息も絶え絶えな恋心　その死に目を綴った

「病名は愛だった」