Suki Suki Daisuki

Feelings that go far beyond common sense
Suddenly, a changeable, vibrant, rose-colored love
Already a pure love that can be called violent
Already engraved in a dignified manner, the momentum of 'je t'aime' (I love you)

Kiss me, as if the saliva is smudging on my lips
Hold me, to the point where the thorns make a sound and break
Love love I love you, love love I love you
Love love I love you

If you don't say 'I love you,' I'll kill you
Eroticism that disrupts daily life and becomes vulgar
Instinctively overlapping, the feeling of infinite hell
The rhythm of anxiety and the sense of violence
The instinctive premonition of a violent wall

Kiss me, as if the blood is smudging on my lips
Hold me, to the point where the thorns make a sound and break
Love love I love you, love love I love you
Love love I love you

If you don't say 'I love you,' I'll kill you
Kiss me, as if the blood is smudging on my lips
Hold me, to the point where the thorns make a sound and break
Love love I love you, love love I love you