kusuriyubi no tashika na chigiri no akashi ga mune o sasu
黒く染まりかけた感情
kuroku somari kaketa kanjou
無くしたはずの涙が流れて
nakushita hazu no namida ga nagare te
白く染められるリピートも
shiroku some rareu ripi-to mo
マダ終ワラナイ…
mada owara nai...
でも手肢が中心が あなたを探し啼いてる
demo teashi ga chuushin ga anata o sagashi nai teru
溢れ「出された」想い 私の中に
afure dasareta omoi watashi no naka ni
今夜も気がつけば あなたの上で揺れてる
kon'ya mo ki ga tsuke ba anata no ue de yure teru
奥へと感じる罪悪を…
oku e to kanjiru zaiaku o...
making love? 終ワラズ 変ワラズ
making love? owara zu kawara zu
endless fake 繰リ返ス 何時モノ衝動ヲ
endless fake kuri kaezu itsumo no shoudou o
naked double 放サズ 話サズ
naked double hanasa zu hanasa zu
and taboo… 止メサセズ タダブツケ合ウダケ
anda taboo... yame sase zu tada butsuke au dake
急いた様に上着を 羽織る仕草が嫌い
seita you ni uwagi o haoru shigusa ga kirai
終わった後あなたは 私を見てない 見てくれない
owatta ato anata wa watashi o mite nai mite kure nai
その瞳を 刳り出せるなら
sono hitomi o kuri daseru nara
私だけ映すよう飾ってあげる
watashi dake utsusu you kazatte ageru
元ニ戻ラナイヨウニ「アレ」デ
moto ni modora nai youni are de
切断シヨウ…
setsudan shiyou
もう あなたに縛られた 心と手首の痕が
mou anata ni shibara reta kokoro to tekubi no ato ga
緩マナイ許サナイ 「ソレデモ帰ルノ？」
叫んだ唇も 今は熱く咥えてる
yuruma nai yurusa nai sore demo kaeru no?
今夜も繰り返す 愚かさを…
kon'ya mo kuri kaesu orokasa o...
making love? 終ワラズ 変ワラズ
making love? owara zu kawarazu
endless fake 繰リ返ス 何時モノ衝動ヲ
endless double kuri kaesu itsumo no shoudou o
naked double 放サズ 話サズ
naked double hanasa zu hanasa zu
and taboo… 止メサセズ タダブツケ合ウダケ
and taboo... yame sase zu tada butsuke au dake
愛した回数は 偽りの積みの石
aishita kaisuu wa itsuwari no tsumi no ishi
それでも止められない いつものように
sore demo yame rare nai itsumo no you ni
戻りたい戻せない 愛してるから離れて
modori tai modose nai aishi teru kara hanare te
正気に戻れない 罪悪を…
shouki ni modore nai zaiaku o...
making love? 終ワラズ 変ワラズ
making love? owara zu kawara zu
endless fake 繰リ返ス 何時モノ衝動ヲ
endless fake kuri kaesu itsumo no shoudou o
naked double 放サズ 話サズ
naked double hanasa zu hanasa zu
and taboo… 止メサセズ タダブツケ合ウダケ
and taboo... yame sase zu tada butsuke au dake
Translation
Now my heart—no, even my unconscious—is wandering, looking for you.
I was supposed to stop this forbidden act, but I can’t.
I wanted a different future—more than today, more than tomorrow.
My wish just vanishes into a spiral…
Making love? It never ends, never changes.
The endless fake—repeating the same old urges.
This naked pair—won’t let go, won’t speak.
And taboo… we can’t stop, just keep slamming into each other.
Your big hands gently stroke my hair.
The proof of a vow on your ring finger stabs me in the chest.
My feelings are starting to turn black.
Tears I thought I lost start flowing again.
Even this repeat, dyed white—
—still hasn’t ended…
But my hands, my body’s core, are crying out, searching for you.
These overflowing, “let-out” feelings are inside me now.
Before I know it, I’m on top of you again tonight, moving.
And I feel the guilt deep inside…
Making love? It never ends, never changes.
The endless fake—repeating the same old urges.
This naked pair—won’t let go, won’t speak.
And taboo… we can’t stop, just keep slamming into each other.
I hate the way you rush to throw on your coat.
After it’s over, you don’t look at me. You won’t even see me.
If I could gouge out those eyes—
—I’d decorate them so they only reflect me.
So you can’t ever go back, I’ll use that—
—and cut it off…
The marks on my heart and wrists from being tied to you—
—won’t fade. I won’t forgive you. “You’re still leaving me?”
These lips that screamed—now they’re wrapping around you, hot.
Again tonight, I repeat this stupidity…
Making love? It never ends, never changes.
The endless fake—repeating the same old urges.
This naked pair—won’t let go, won’t speak.
And taboo… we can’t stop, just keep slamming into each other.
Every time I loved you was just a stack of fake stones.
But I still can’t stop, like always.
I want to go back, but I can’t. I love you, so I stay away.
I can’t come back to my senses—this guilt…
Making love? It never ends, never changes.
The endless fake—repeating the same old urges.
This naked pair—won’t let go, won’t speak.
And taboo… we can’t stop, just keep slamming into each other.
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