А иногда от напарницы даже есть польза.
В нужный момент она умеет молчать, снабжать сигаретами и плеером с Acid Black Cherry и отправлять на 100 с лишним этаж, откуда, сквозь прозрачные стены, так забавно глядеть на суету людскую. Муравейник.
Ну вот, собственно, что у меня звенит в ушах уже битые полчаса.
да, это попса
scar
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement: Yasunori Hayashi
Weeping...dying...sleeping...sobbing...I can't forget you
These memories carved deeply into me...are my beloved scars
A single tear fell and soaked in to my wounds
Though I distract myself with loneliness, I don't hold on to that
In my shallow sleep, you do not fade
If it all ends without tormenting me, then I don't love you
So radiant, the scenery from that day... “the warmth from the embrace you gave” anything...I don't want to see anything else
Weeping...dying...sleeping...sobbing...I can't forget you
These memories carved deeply into me...are my beloved scars
These nights all on my own open these wounds again
“I love you”, you say, and even that smile...I don't believe it
I wept loudly for you, mingling in the sound of the rain
I don't need you anymore...I'm fine by myself...don't leave me all alone...
The delay of my heart doesn't fade... “Your voice, calling out to me” anything...I don't want to hear anything else
My hair...my neck...my tongue...my womb...there's not a single place you have yet to kiss
Touch me, sink your teeth into me...wound me again...with those lips
Though I'm used to the small scars
Your voice, your warmth...still, those alone...I don't want to fade away
My hair...my neck...my tongue...my womb...there's not a single place you have yet to kiss
Touch me, sink your teeth into me...wound me again...with those lips
Weeping...dying...sleeping...sobbing...I can't forget you
These memories carved deeply into me...are my beloved scars.