Title: 1 week
Arrangement: DJ Comp
Lyrics: DJ Comp
Vocals: MC Paprika
Original theme:
- Locked Girl ~ Shoujo Misshitsu – Touhou Koumakyou ~ the Embodiment of Scarlet Devil; Patchouli Knowledge’s theme
Album:
- I LOVE RED (track 6)
Sample:
Lyrics
火曜の朝いつも怠いだから軽い本から読み始めてる
積み上げられた本見上げてる ピンとくる本いつも光ってる
水曜まだまだ調子出ない お調子者が訪ねてくるだけ
見てるだけって言ってるだけ盗人猛々しいって話
木曜本棚整理中 見たこと無い本に見事命中
高まる気持ち抑えきれない こういうのがあるからやめられない
金曜きっと外は明るい 夜通し読みふけって少し眠い
こんな毎日続けてる 何百年だって続けられる
kayou no asa itsumo darui dakara karui hon kara yomi hajimeteru
tsumiagerareta hon miageteru pintokurumon itsumo hikatteru
suiyou madamada choushi denai ochoushimono ga tazunete kuru dake
miteru dake tte itteru dake nusutto takedakeshii tte hanashi
mokuyou hondana seiri chuu mita koto nai hon ni migoto meichuu
takamaru kimochi osaekirenai kouiu no ga aru kara yamerarenai
kinyou kitto soto wa akarui yodooshi yomifukette sukoshi nemui
konna mainichi tsuzuketeru nanbyakunen datte tsuzukerareru
開いたり重ねたり覚えたり忘れたり
尋ねたり答えたり夢見たり繰り返して
hiraitari kasanetari oboetari wasuretari
tazunetari kotaetari yumemitari kurikaeshite
土曜の夜はフィーバーフィーバーって世の中みんな騒いでるって
老若男女何で何の為に騒いでるか本には書いてない
日曜の用事何だっけ？どっかの紙に書いてたっけ？
忘れたとしても問題ない 時間はたっぷりあるさ膨大
月曜まだ思い出せない なんだか気になってる気がしてる
きっとアレだソレだってワタワタしてたらアイツが「コレじゃね？」って解決
一人でいいって思ってた でも一人じゃない方がいいかもね
そんな毎日続いてく 何百年だって続けられる
doyou no yoru wa fiibaa fiibaa tte yononaka minna sawaideru tte
rounyakunannyo nande nanno tame ni sawaideru ka hon ni wa kaite nai
nichiyou no youji nanda kke? dokka no kami ni kaiteta kke?
wasureta toshitemo mondai nai jikan wa tappuri aru sa boudai
getsuyou mada omoidasenai nandaka ki ni natteru ki ga shiteru
kitto are da sore datte wata wata shitetara aitsu ga “kore ja ne?” tte kaiketsu
hitori de ii tte omotteta demo hitori janai hou ga ii kamo ne
sonna mainichi tsuzuiteku nanbyakunen datte tsuzukerareru
開いたり重ねたり覚えたり忘れたり
尋ねたり答えたり夢見たり繰り返して
hiraitari kasanetari oboetari wasuretari
tazunetari kotaetari yumemitari kurikaeshite
Wating so far…
Translation
It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m lazy as usual, so I start with a light book
I look up at my pile of books, and the ones that strike me are always glowing
It’s Wednesday, I’m still out of shape. That luck-pusher just pays me a visit
She is just saying that she is just looking, how shameless
It’s Thursday, I sort through my bookshelves. I’m being hit by a book I’ve never seen before
I can’t contain my rising feelings, this is why I can’t stop
It’s Friday, it must be bright outside. I’m a little sleepy after reading all night
I’ve been doing this every day, I could do it for hundreds of years
Opening, piling, remembering, forgetting
Asking, answering, dreaming, repeat
It’s Saturday night, I hear the world making a fuss with “Fever Fever”
There’s nothing in my books about what everyone is making a fuss about and for what
It’s Sunday, what was it that I was supposed to do? Did I write it down on a piece of paper somewhere?
It doesn’t matter if I forget, I’ve got plenty of time
It’s Monday, I still can’t remember it, but I have a feeling she’s kind of into it
I’m sure if I’m waffling about this or that, she’ll say, “This is it, isn’t it?” and it’s solved
I thought I was fine being alone, but maybe I’m better off not being alone
Every day, it goes on like that, I could do it for hundreds of years
Opening, piling, remembering, forgetting
Asking, answering, dreaming, repeat
Wating so far…