Urban Romantic
| Fifteen hours of the parties
to drink on Fourteen shots and another to take home sore demo mada monotarinai daiji na mono ga mitsukaranai jimange ni kataru monogatari sukoshi mo miryokuteki ja nai kare wa iroke o okane de katteru isogashii to iinagara asonderu sore demo mada monotarinai daiji na mono miotosu bakari dareka ni hyouka o sareru yori jibun no michi kirihirakitai konna bijinesu nan to tame ni? kimagure kyoumi furimawasarete tsukaisute ni naranai you ni hataraku kyou ni anata dake no kachi o tasuuketsu dakara nanimo ienai sekkaku no kosei mo ikasarenai sore ja nanimo hajimaranai hito ni sekinin oshitsuketagari chuumon ya monku tsukeru yori anata ga yatte mite kudasai konna bijinesu nan to tame ni? kimagure kyoumi furimawasarete tsukaisute ni naranai you ni What would be left of this when this party is over? Party is over Party is over omoiegaku yume ya risou wa omou yori sugu jitsugen kanou anata ga ganbatteru koto hitotsu mo muda ni wa naranai konna bijinesu demo hontou wa okane de kaenai mono motometeru kyou no fujouri kaeru tame ni hataraku kyou ni anata dake no kachi o I know that you’re tired of this, but this life is your bijinesu I know that you’ll lose yourself if I take it away What would this lead to you? What would you want from this? What would be left of this when this party is over? Party is over Party is over |
Fifteen hours of the parties to drink on Fourteen shots and another to take home And yet it’s still not enough; you don’t find what’s important The stories you tell proudly are not the least bit charming He buys sex appeal with money, playing even as he says he’s busy And yet it’s still not enough; you do nothing but fail to notice what’s important More than being assessed by someone, I want to cut my own path What good is this sort of business? Forced to display fickle interests so that I don’t become disposable, working hard today only for your own value There’s a majority rule so I can’t say anything; I can’t revive even a strained personality In that case nothing is of any use, with you wanting to force responsibility on others More than making orders or complaints, you try to do it yourself What good is this sort of business? Forced to display fickle interests so that I don’t become disposable What would be left of this when this party is over? More than thinking about the ideals and dreams in your head, make their realization possible soon With you going for it, not one of them will be useless Although it’s this sort of business, the truth is, what I want is what money can’t buy In order to change today’s absurdity, working hard today only for your own value I know that you’re tired of this, but this life is your business I know that you’ll lose yourself if I take it away What would this lead to you? What would you want from this? What would be left of this when this party is over? |
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