It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me.
I think it was a little too luxurious.
I saw an open bottle of wine,
resembling my hardened heart.
Because vague phrases came to mind,
I stylishly write them down, overdoing it a little.
Ah, I wonder if I reached too far.
Ah, I wonder if you hate me again.
I think it over, as I look up at the stars.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me.
I think it was a little too luxurious.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me, but
I'm living desperately and quickly.
“Anyway, it can't be helped, because there's nothing,”
I sang one day.
There are people who shed tears
in such a heroic voice.
I might as well wither away completely.
Yeah, I thought and screamed out that lie.
But since it won't reach you, it's beautiful.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me.
I think it was a little too luxurious.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me, but
I'm living desperately and quickly.
You're more beautiful than the tears I sadly shed,
more beautiful than the gentleness of removing a thorn,
forever and ever.
Believe me.
Someone whose name I don't know stole my sound.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much.
I think it was a little too luxurious.
It's too much for me.
Because romance is too much,
I'm at a loss.
It's too much for me.
Romance is too much for me, but
I was always scared of that luxury.
It's too much for me.
Because romance is too much for me,
I'm living desperately and quickly.