It's an emergency–at midnight, those idiots are
Going crazy in the town, while I shut myself up in my room
Rolling about, back and forth,
And getting tangled up in this depraved night
Lululu, the words I set free
Lululu, were rotten
Farewell to the big city
Where sound arguments or common sense don't have any meaning!
Being a shut-in is certainly the path of justice
In my, no, my free time,
I'll listen to that rendezvous until I'm tired of it
And my, no, my sounds are dyed in your colors
Being a shut-in is certainly the path of justice
In my, no, my free time,
I'll listen to that rendezvous until I'm tired of it
And my, no, my sounds will just be enveloped in yours
Whoa-oh-oh, the time has come, so
Whoa-oh-oh, I'll set my ego free
Whoa-oh-oh, I'll shut myself away and finally bloom
This ever-jamming city
Makes me endlessly nervous–don't pull me out into it
Being a shut-in is certainly the path of justice
In my, no, my free time,
I'll listen to that rendezvous until I'm tired of it
And my, no, my sounds are dyed in your colors
Being a shut-in is certainly the path of justice
In my, no, my free time,
I'll listen to that rendezvous until I'm tired of it
And my, no, my sounds will just be enveloped in yours
Whoa-oh-oh, the time has come, so
Whoa-oh-oh, I'll set my ego free
In this place where I can throw my embarrassment aside, let me finally bloom
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