Pediatrics Day 42 : BANDAGE


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In the blue sky, the trail of a plane drew a white line
It can't be covered, and it can't drift about, and it's sad and painful
Mix this and that, mix them for me, please
Take away what's good and mix
You're just changing it, step aside!
We proceed , in Japan, with a heart that
Has been distorted with four beats
I aim at you with coward eyes
There are things that surely can't change
However many years would pass
I put up the colors of the Jewel Beetle
A BANDAGE I stretched around my chest
I looked up at the sky, BANDAGE

I was losing my way, and I was idling away,
And I rested for a bit
We gathered, and we produced sounds
What did we show?
Mix this and that, mix them for me, please
Line them up and mix them
You're just changing the joints, do it!

We, in a corner of the Far East,
Inscribed a distorted riff, and we made into a beat
The sorrow soaring in the sky
Surely, with melody and words
We'll create a cluster no one has ever seen
It's the sun that shines coldly, hard and soft
Like a machine, like love
Searching for new things,
Absolutely everything has declined
I can't say whose fault it is but
It makes me want to blame someone
One more time, like back then,
Spreading the wings I have closed
I'll come near you
I'll come near you, so...

Inside a love like the sea of Chaos,
Where waves always rise at any time,
We'll dive into it
And then, we'll come up
Not by a simple beat, but by a spiral track
I'll take your hand
However many years would pass
I put up the colors of the Jewel Beetle
BANDAGE I stretched around my chest
I looked up at the sky, BANDAGE