Fairy Fore

He likes a warm night. He hates a lonely night
It's like that, isn't it. He's like that.
Liking adventure, he dug a dark hole

A secret garden, A lecherously sweet honey
Sours the tongue His name is BAD MAN

Tonight too he goes. The city at night shines.
It's like that, isn't it. It's always like that.
He stood out terribly from the bright things.

Utterly tired of hearing about love or dreams
He wants something because he gets everything
He sweats and the whole thing doesn't match
From the time he was born, his name was BAD MAN

In reality, he holds his knees from a corner of the room
Frightened by himself, he notices the darkness in his heart
Someone help him, teach him about love and dreams
He won't become meek, only time is going to pass

He won't talk to his girlfriend, he won't talk to them either
Someone help him, he found me out
I am alone, the morning still won't come
It only repeats, it merely pushes forward
I stare at the mirror and sing to myself for strength
I won't talk to my girlfriend, I won't talk to them either
Someone help me
I'm truly...