from Nee, kamatte? single.
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“How are you?” I don’t know the answer, but…
Is it nosy to want to know, if you’re still grumpy in the mornings?
After the break-up, nothing’s changed for me… Just
My heart’s so frustrated, it’s stopped beating
Every time I get close to you
I get hurt, yet why do I still want to?
I’m prepared to dye the white rose red again and again
But under the full moon in this broken night
The petals slowly fall
“What are you doing?” I don’t ask that, but…
Is it nosy to want to know, if you’re still bad with phone calls?
I gave my answer after much deliberation, yet… Hey
I sleep with the glowing screen clutched to my chest
I know this will never work
Yet why does this sweet scent lull me to sleep?
I’m prepared to dye the white rose red again and again
But on this moonless, deep night
The stubborn petals still tremble
Cold and lonely, I rewrite those memories
And sacrifice them again. Is this the happiness I wanted?
Even today, humans whitewash love, calling it priceless
But under the full moon, before the night breaks
I’ll move on, goodbye
And thank you
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