doa o ake tara tsuma ga taore teru senaka ni tsuki sasaru hōchō yuka wa chimamire shira nai hito ga mitara kizetsu suru kamo shire nai
boku ga ochi tsui te \"kyō nowa sōji ga taihen sōda\" to warau to tsuma wa utsubuse no mama manzoku sōni kukuku to waratteta
ie ni kaeru to tsuma ga kanarazu shinda furi o shite imasu asu wa don'na shini kata o shite iru noka yosō sura deki nai
aru hi wa atama ni ya ga sasatte tari gunpuku de jūhō kakae te tari manbō no kigurumi ga shin deta toki wa doa shime yōka to omotta
atokatazuke mo kekkō de yuka no chinori arattari ya ga sasatta mama ban gohan tsukuru nowa kanben shite hoshī
ie ni kaeru to tsuma ga kanarazu shinda furi o shite imasu chotto homeru to chōshi ni noru kara dekiru dake surū de
kekkon mae wa isogashiku temo kanojo ni au dake de tanoshikatta tetsuya de kuruma ate mo naku tobashi te umi mini ittari shita noni
kekkon chokugo hajime te buka o mochi shigoto ga totemo tanoshiku natta ie de hitori de matsu tsuma no kimochi kangae te inakatta
ie ni kaeru to tsuma ga kanarazu shinda furi o shiteru nowa ano koro no futari ni modori tai kara ka boku niwa wakara nai
ie ni katta boku o matteru tsuma no engi miru koto ga bokura futari no ai no katachi naraba wa sore de ari darō
ie ni kaeru to tsuma ga kanarazu shinda furi o shite imasu kyō wa don'na shini kata o shite iru noka kitai shite akeru doa
==Eng Trans==
When I open the door there's my wife collapsed The carpet's all bloodstained If a stranger saw this, they might faint I remain calm \"Looks like the cleanup will be tough I laugh And still facedown but looking satisfied My wife laughs \"He he he\"
When I get home my wife always pretends to be dead What kind of death she'll have tomorrow I can't even begin to imagine One day she had an arrow through her head Another time, dressed as a solider with a gun The time I saw her in a dead sunfish costume
I thought I'd close the door on her Cleaning up afterwards is quite a pain Having to wash the bloodstains from the carpet and
So I wish she'd spare me the sight of her Cooking dinner with that arrow in her head When I get home my wife always pretends to be dead If I compliment her a bit she gets all caught up in So I do my best to ignore it
Before we married, though I was busy We'd drive around aimlessly all night And go see the ocean, and yet Right after we got married, I got promoted And suddenly, work became so much fun I didn't even think of how my wife felt Waiting all alone at home
My wife pretending to be dead whenever I come home Is it because she wants to return to how we used to be? I just don't If coming home to see My wife's performance waiting for me Is the shape our love will take? Then I guess that's fine
My wife is always playing dead when I return home. How did she die today? I open the door with eager anticipation