A keresés eredménye

Handmade home

Golden sky, Black full moon
Stage during production, Handmade night
I torn with my favorite devil
And Kissed with the prince
 
Pale light blue, light brochure
I think it ’s a bit too expensive
But the devil was selling it,
So I bought it. Uh-fu I'll work hard
 
Everyday is handmade, right?
I write a diary and decorate flowers in my room
After the night breaks, even night comes again
I dream in my favorite songs
Handmade city and handmade home
 
I am your second, you are my best
I wanna sing words that everyone hate
Suppress my feelings, as much as possible
I make fun, so don’t hate me
 
Everyday is crazy for me
But my idol is smiling
So ,Well, I guess I can do it somehow
Everyday is handmade
 
Everyday is handmade
I play the guitar and decorate you
After the night breaks, even night comes again
I dream in my favorite songs
Handmade city and handmade home
 

Shinjuku

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu
What is the ‘’everyone’s song’’?
Like idol magazines
Like fashion magazines
spring clean pop songs
 
Girl job ad Included in free a pack of tissues
It is precious to me
I don't mind getting dirty
 
I had no talent
to walk that city
So Shinjuku is my place
I don't mind getting dirty
 
hanging out
with a braid girl who lives on welfare
Your college name doesn't even matter
I just love you
 
Someday
Even if my child is born,
My guitar is more kawaii
 
I had no talent to sink in that love
So I love you
I don't care whoever you are
 
I had no talent
to walk that city
So Shinjuku is my place
I don't mind getting dirty
 
I love Shinjuku
I don't mind getting dirty
 

Re: Re: Love

“Miss the last train on purpose”
“Reply late on purpose”
 
Girl bands’ hit songs are
Always this type of bittersweet love song!
 
I’m not the type of girl with a secret love,
My heart ignores the explosion
And waits only for you
I’ll let you hold me
 
LONELY ONE? How stupid NO DISTANCE
Pull yourself together BABY SUCK！ IN LUV
We’ve come this far
 
Bite my thigh, evening,
Milk drips from my moe sleeves
Heartbeat sensor, shoot down that red drone
With tapioca bullets
 
Stop time, cause I won’t kiss you!
Manipulate my sense of time, with a bug in the law of conservation of mass
Shine, skip one second
 
We’ll just make it into a song anyway
Even though there’s no love that was born to be turned into a song
 
Re: Re: Love
 
Know that I’m worse than I think
A bruise fit for summer
I hope it still hurts a hundred years later
 
Run away from the light blue of that girl’s swimsuit
To the moon, the exit of the universe
If you hit the breaks, we’ll step into the same morning
 
I was late because I stared into the mirror for too long
The CD I bought while waiting for you was shit
Ah, leopard-print panties, I’m so done with today
We don’t have anything to talk about, let’s just fuck
They changed their faces in this anime remake
My hairstyle from when we first met makes your heart beat, doesn’t it, ahaha!
Huh, so you laugh at this part?
I don’t think there’s anyone else who does
I wish we could die together, what’s the lethal dose of secondhand smoking?
A cafe that never goes out of business
But we couldn’t even meet up
 
If we could meet again some day
Then, lalala, nfufu, I have to live until some day
 
Re: Re: love
 
I remember you better than I remember myself
It’s disgusting but I’ve loved you for a hundred years
 
It’s true (Is it really true?)
 
Know that I’m worse than I think
A bruise fit for summer
I hope it still hurts a hundred years later
 
I pretend to be an idol with nonsense magic
Let me distort
An empty youth with fuzz
Let me love you, let me love you with music.