It has been built up over many years, many decades.
As you know, morality and ethics are...
10% 20% Strong, bitter alcohol
That's it, that's it, trumpeter

Our eyes met a few seconds, or maybe tens of seconds ago.
My head is already overflowing with thoughts of you.
You smiled, and I wonder how you figured it out.
Come here, come here, la la la

A spotted beast is swaying, aiming at me.
Those lips are far more alluring than any ordinary knife.
Wet olives, fingertips, and a gaze that entwines with mine—there's no escape now.
A cold dry martini
It doesn't cool my body down at all.

No matter how many layers, how many dozens of layers you dig into the brain
The king of human pleasures is the back and virtue.
Wow, a state of enlightenment, stepping on my foot
No longer, no longer, Lafaffa

A spotted beast is swaying, aiming at me.
Her chest is more alluring than any ripe fruit.
You deliver the final blow with your envious gaze; there's no escape now.
A beast, a mixture of lies and truth, now plunges its claws into the ground.

As I drown, as I sink deeper and deeper, I dream, shallow dreams of no value.
It's too quiet. It's far too quiet. We need more noise, enough to completely drown out the sound.