１日の中の様々な感情の起伏、流れ。
そいつはいつだってわがままに動き回る。
俺が疲れてぶっ倒れるまで続く。
きっとぶっ倒れてても動き回って、俺と遊びたいって言うんだろう？
どうも俺に流れてる血は粘着質みたいだ。
どこまで行っても粘っこく付いてきやがる。
どうやら自由にはさせてもらえないらしい。
一生オマエとの対決だな。
Ups and downs of various feelings in a day and flow.
It moves about always selfishly.
It continues until my becoming tired and falling.
Will you say wanting play with me even if surely falling?
The blood of the stream to me is very a sticky material.
It adheres sticky wherever it goes.
It seems not to be able to allow me to make it freely apparently.
It is a confrontation with you all its life.