7. Sabitekita

Will it add up again? Will it again?
1. Gyaru 2. Tequila etc.
As if there’s an unhappiness stirring up through my whole body,
an unusual event in my chest

‘Music magic communicators have zero digitalization’

The decaying midwinter sea fits well, fits well, suits me well
The over-restrained past fits well, fits well, is within me
The butterfly that lost its sense of touch fits well, fits well, suits me well
Fits well, fits well, suits me well
Fits well, fits well, is within me

I won’t hide the intertwining muzzles again
If I collect the unhappiness within the fortune, I won’t be scared

‘Pop bastard, hey rock master, they’re both negative’

The trap of fake information fits well, fits well, suits me well
The over-united fashion fits well, fits well, suits me well
‘Can’t stop’ rather than ‘No war’ fits well, fits well, becomes convenient
Fits well, fits well, suits me well
Fits well, fits well, becomes convenient

The decaying midwinter sea fits well, fits well, suits me well
The over-restrained past fits well, fits well, is within me
But even more than that, rusted people fit well, fit well, suit me well
Fits well, fits well, suits me well
Fits well, fits well, suits me well