ポリリズム
とても大事な   キミの想いは
無駄にならない   世界は廻る
ほんの少しの   僕の気持ちも
巡り巡るよ

くり返す このポリリズム
あの衝動は    まるで恋だね
くり返す    いつかみたいな
あの光景が    甦るの
くり返す    このポリリズム
あの反動が    うそみたいだね
くり返す    このポリループ
ああプラスチック    みたいな恋だ
またくり返す    このポリリズム   　このポリリズム

このポリリズム   　ポリループ

ほんの少しの   　 僕の気持ちが
キミに伝わる   　 そう信じてる
とても大事な   　 キミの想いは
無駄にならない   　 世界は廻る
ほんの少しの    　僕の気持ちも
巡り巡るよ

くり返す    　このポリリズム
あの行動は    　まるで恋だね
くり返す   　 いつかみたいな
あの感動が   　 甦るの
くり返す    　このポリリズム
あの反動が    　うそみたいだね
くり返す    　このポリループ
ああプラスチック    　みたいな恋だ
またくり返す    　ポリリズム
Polyrhythm
Totemo daiji na   kimi no omoi wa
Muda ni naranai   sekai wa mawaru
Hon no sukoshi no   boku no kimochi mo
Megurimeguru yo

Kurikaesu   kono PORIRIZUMU
Ano shoudou wa   marude koi da ne
Kurikaesu   itsuka mitai na
Ano keshiki ga   yomigaeru no
Kurikaesu   kono PORIRIZUMU
Ano handou ga   uso mitai da ne
Kurikaesu   kono PORIRUUPU
Aa PURASUCHIKKU   mitai na koi da
Mata kurikaesu   kono PORIRIZUMU   kono PORIRIZUMU

Kono PORIRIZUMU   PORIRUUPU

Hon no sukoshi no   boku no kimochi ga
Kimi ni tsutawaru   sou shinjiteru
Totemo daiji na   kimi no omoi wa
Muda ni naranai   sekai wa mawaru
Hon no sukoshi no   boku no kimochi mo
Megurimeguru yo

Kurikaesu   kono PORIRIZUMU
Ano shoudou wa   marude koi da ne
Kurikaesu   itsuka mitai na
Ano kandou ga   yomigaeru no
Kurikaesu   kono PORIRIZUMU
Ano handou ga   uso mitai da ne
Kurikaesu   kono PORIRUUPU
Aa PURASUCHIKKU   mitai na koi da
Mata kurikaesu   PORIRIZUMU
Polyrhythm
Your very precious feelings
Won't be in vain, the world spins,
My small feelings
Bounce around from here to there, too.

This polyrhythm repeats,
That impulse is almost like love, isn't it?
It repeats, the scenery like someday
Is reborn.
This polyrhythm repeats,
That reaction is almost like a lie, isn't it?
This polyloop repeats,
Ah, it's a plastic kind of love.
This polyrhythm repeats again and again.

This polyrhythm, polyloop.

I believe that these small feelings of mine
Can be conveyed to you.
Your very precious feelings
Won't be in vain, the world spins.
My small feelings
Bounce around from here to there, too.

This polyrhythm repeats,
That impulse is almost like love, isn't it?
It repeats, those feelings like someday
Are reborn.
This polyrhythm repeats,
That reaction is almost like a lie, isn't it?
This polyloop repeats,
Ah, it's a plastic kind of love.
This polyrhythm repeats again and again.
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