AISubs v3.7
I'm counting on you.
I'm always telling lies.
I'm always arguing.
Even though I can't do it well.
Don't say a joke that I can't tell you.
I'm so bored that my eyes hurt.
I shed tears over and over again.
Let it flow, let it flow.
While we shoulder our unstable hearts,
we resist the rotten bad end.
Why does it hurt more comfortably than joy?
While we kiss our wet clothes
and look at our swollen faces,
we look at our swollen faces and laugh.
On a rainy night,
we swore revenge.
If we don't grab back and take a counterattack punch,
we won't be able to stand next to you.
No matter what my opponent does, I won't back down.
No matter how many times they do it, I won't give up.
Don't forget, don't forget.
Even though I kept telling you not to forget.
Don't forget, don't forget.
I don't need words now, so can you give me one?
Not a warm kindness, but words that pierce the depths of my heart that were awoken by weakness.
I shed my tears over and over again, full of delusions.
While we entrust our unstable hearts to each other, we resist the rotten bad end.
For some reason, rather than joy, I feel more comfortable with pain.
While we kiss our wet clothes, we look at each other's swollen faces and laugh.
On a rainy night, as if asking about the days I've been trapped in,
I swore my revenge in my shining eyes.