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I became stupid by the result that loved too much you.
You disliked such me. Therefore I became strange.
Will my disease be a name how?
What will the medicine curing my disease be?
Is it a daddy? Is it a mom? Is it God?
All is different.
満天の空じゃなくても
宝石が一個もなくても
お月さんが不機嫌でも
君と僕は繋がってるはず
そんなことも思いつかないほど
君に染まりすぎたのかな
If it is night, I wait for your communication.
But the communication does not come.
Do you notice it?
I achieve a queer cry at night and become strange.
Because there is not medicine named you.
朝起きたら
また嫌な一日が始まるんだって
そんな幸せなことはないんだって
君は僕に言ってくれたっけ
だから今を生きる それだけで幸せなんだ
I do not want to become a suicide applicant.
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