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| mezamashidokei ga ga naritateteru
onegai mou sukoshi nemurasete kinou wa GIG de sono ato nomikai de mochiron osake wa nomenai nda kedo juusu na nda kedo isogashii hibi o majime ni ikiru kono atashime ni douka nemuri o chanto okitara shinkyoku kikaseteageru mochiron hikigatari de hamori wa onegai tetoriashitori oshieteageru yo shinpainai sou iya ichigen kireteta kattekite onegai! mezamashidokei o tomete kara sanjuppun ii kagen okinakya ikenai kedo mafuyu no ofuton wa mashou no aitemu mou nukedasenaku natteshimatta yo nemuri noroi tsuki warera ga kurasu gendai shakai konna tokoro ni akuma ga ita kudaranai kara isshou ni fusu nante hidoku nai? koko kara omoshiroku naru ka mo shirenai ja nai dakara tsuzuki to iwarete mo mada ukandenai toriaezu futon ni taberare futonman ni naru mou sore de ii ja nai haihai sorosoro okimasu yo oyu o wakashite yo nemukezamashi no koohii ni tabenokoshita kukkii o sou iya shinkyoku no renshuu o suru ndattakke na somosomo hitorigurashi de dare to hanashiteta ndaro? | The alarm clock is ringing loudly in my ears.
Please, let me sleep for a little more. At the drinking party after yesterday's gig, I couldn't drink alcohol, of course, but I had juice. Still... I'm living seriously through busy days. So somehow, let this kind of me sleep... When I actually get up, I'll let you hear the new song. Of course, when I sing and play, the harmony is all yours. I'll teach you as attentively as I can, so don't you worry. Ah, right, I broke a string. Go out and buy some, please! It's been half an hour since I stopped the alarm clock. I really have to get it together and get up, though. A futon in midwinter is a devilish item. I just can't get out of it now. This thing has a sleeping curse on it. In the modern society that we live in, There was a demon in this place. I'm good for nothing, so I put on a smile – isn't that terrible? Maybe from here, things will get more interesting, right? That's why even though I was told to continue, I haven't come up. For now, I'll get eaten by the futon and become a futon bun. Now, isn't that nice? Okay, okay, I'll get up soon. Heat the bath for me. I'll put my half-eaten cookie in my wake-up coffee. Ah, right, I was going to practice the new song, wasn't I? Anyway, who have I been talking to when I live alone? |