Like always, alone from this roof,
I am watching the intensifying situation.
That lovesick rose madder color is someone's love, a fleeting dream.
The more I take in the situation, the more my pain grows.
If it were me instead,
I wonder if I'd be able to handle the situation well. Maybe better?
Like a persistent stalking ghost, I'm a maiden who has received too much of your blessing, God.
I will not let anyone off so easily.
Being simple and innocent is just fine! My predictive conversion function has crashed!
Just why is my heart dancing so fast?
There is no turning back now. I have locked the emergency exit door,
and am seeing nothing but arrows pointing in that direction.
A tiny love, a secret dream mixed slightly with an original rose madder color,
and together they blended into a halation.
If I were alone,
I wonder if I'd be able to handle it well. Really?
Excuse my rude defiance, but it's one of the maidens' rules, so give me your forgiveness, God.
That's one thing I don't feel particularly excited about.
I will delete completely all the data that's making me hesitant and lost.
I wonder why my heart is dancing so fast.
Ah, tomorrow will be the day
when I'll be able to handle the situation like a pro, right?
Like a persistent stalking ghost, I'm a maiden who has received too much of your blessing, God.
I will not let anyone off so easily.
Being simple and innocent is just fine! My predictive conversion function has crashed!
Just why is my heart dancing so fast?