Things are just fine—they’re still at a livable temperature.
Let’s gather around an unstable, pale blue breakfast.
Let’s form a stiff and rigid family.
Let’s join our blood and multiply.
Once a year, let’s swap all of our cells.

If we go on living like we’re in a dream,
We can remain lost in this wavering, flavorless sweetness.

I’ve been putting on a show, for a very long time.
When I die, I’ll be going to Hell,
So stay by my side until death do us part.
Our public and private feelings are being arranged in neat lines.
So spit out… the unstable
And cry…

If we go on living like we’re in a dream,
We can drown in this wavering, flavorless sweetness.
There’s no limit to where we can go, lost between breaths:
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If we go on living like we’re in a dream,
Things will be just fine—if this is as bad as it gets.
I’ve been putting on a show,
But a cold wind finally reached my tear ducts.

もう平気さこれくらいは平熱だよ
不安定な水色の朝食を囲んで
窮屈な家族になろうよ
血を繋げて増やそうよ
年に一度は全ての細胞を取り替えよう

二人夢のように暮らせば
ゆらり味の無い甘さに紛れて居られるわ

演技をしていた 長い事
死んだら地獄に堕ちるから
死ぬまでは側に居て
配列される表と裏
吐いて不安定
泣いて

二人夢のように暮らせば
ゆらり味の無い甘さに溺れて
何処へでも行けるわ呼吸に紛れて
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二人夢のように暮らせば
もう平気なのさこれくらいは
演技をしていた
冷たい風がやっと涙腺に触れた