数音ヨシで「粘着系男子の１５年ネチネチ」

These poems written of my love for you, I've been sending them for 15 years straight And there's still no reply, And there's still no reply The first year, I was reckless I wrote each and every day without fail I licked stamps with insistence, Sending you my heart's spit The second year, I was still reckless My house setting ablaze wouldn't even catch my attention In fact, my clothes caught fire from below, And by the time I noticed, only the collar was left In the third year, I calmed down I'd already reached the limits of literature I publicized my mixi journal, And my MyMixis maxed out the counter In the fourth year, I wrote for a magazine, And I branched out into social issues I decided to release a poem compilation, And I made fun of salarymen These poems written of my love for you, I've been sending them for 15 years straight And there's still no reply, And there's still no reply By the fifth year, I was a pro poet I captivated women 20 to 34 But since I was so earnest, I saw other girls as inexperienced pansies By the sixth year, my body was ruined I'd already passed 2,000 poems Not a bone hadn't been broken, Not an organ hadn't been damaged In the seventh year, I was in perfect form So today, I'll compare you to something Perhaps you're like extreme ironing Perhaps you're like a compound inner product space Even in the eighth year, I didn't change So today, I'll compare you to something Perhaps you're like winning every match in 16 wrestling tournaments Perhaps you're like an AMPA glutamine receptor These poems written of my love for you, I've been sending them for 15 years straight And there's still no reply, And there's still no reply On the ninth year, I had an accident Apparently I suffered quite a blow to the head And though I'd forgotten my own name, I remembered only that I loved you Through the tenth year, through the eleventh year, My memories didn't return And yet, I loved you All I could want was your reply Through the twelfth year, through the thirteenth year, My memories didn't return But I still loved you; That was all I had Even by the fourteenth year, they still hadn't come back Every day was frightening and uneasy I just wanted a glimpse at you I just wanted a word to you In the fifteenth year, my memories returned I remembered everything, and burst into tears, Because I remembered... That you died 15 years ago These poems written of my love for you, If they kept piling up, would they someday reach you? In your former room, Every day, they stacked upward I couldn't see you anymore, And I kept loving you But I thought we'd meet again And you disappeared again These poems written of my love for you, I've been sending them for 16 years straight And there's still no reply, And there's still no reply