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I slip off my heels and throw them into the night sky, look up at the unchanging moon.
Staring at my nails spread out before me I wonder if worthless days are coming again.
Sometime, somewhere it disappeared into nothing,
A single fragment, shattered when touched.
“-Ah, such boring days.”
If I drink this tea will it change?
“Ah, it looks like it’ll cool down.”
Into andante days…
Breaking the monochrome scenery, a crimson apparition.
As if I had just seen a nightmare I lazily closed my eyes.
“-Ah, today again passes without incident”
It’s just the same as always.
“But I don’t like allegro days either.”
-I drink my cold tea.
With only the broad fragrance of Earl Grey tea, these boring days.
I yawn and stare at the sky; the unchanging moon only looks back down at me.
When I finally should have been buried in a puzzle
I touched a single piece and lost it.
“-Ah, such melancholy days.”
If I drink this tea will that change?
“Ah, I’ve got to put sugar in it.”
Into these andante days…
Breaking some red and white thing, I stained this dress crimson.
“It’s not a bad color I’m wearing…”
A perfect time for a waltz.
But again today I leave my body again to laziness.
“-Ah, today again passes without incident.”
It’s just the same as always.
“But I don’t like allegro days either.”
-So I drop my heels into the cold sky, and
“Ah, today again nothing.”
-Drink my over sweetened tea.