2.(English)Kuriyagu Max-飲むな、死ぬぞ-Drink it if you dare. ver.2

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[Intro]  
(Siren wails)  
**Warning**: 
This is not a drink.  
This is an emotional punishment.  
Side effects may include regret, overthinking,  
and unexpected late-night karaoke.

[Verse 1]  
You said you loved me, then ghosted hard.  
Now I’m sipping sorrow like it’s some vintage scar.  
Bitter like your texts, dry like your lies,  
This can’s a toast to broken whys.

*Gulp.*  
Tastes like heartbreak soaked in socks.  
Like regret brewed in moldy rocks.  
I cried once. The drink cried back.  
Then dropkicked my chest like a panic attack.

[Chorus - Japanese]  
飲んじゃダメよ、愛の毒  
(Don’t drink it—it’s love’s poison)  
甘い言葉のあとに来る苦さ  
(The bitterness that follows sweet words)  
3本飲んだら、恋が崩壊  
(Three cans in—your love collapses)  
バカな自分に、乾杯  
(A toast to your foolish self)

[Verse 2]  
"Just friends," you said, like it meant no sin—  
While I drowned deep in Kuriyagu gin.  
Smells like betrayal, tastes like soap,  
Still I drink it… like there’s hope.

The label said: **"For heartbreak only."**  
So why’s it on sale next to the cola, lonely?  
I chug it down, I learn too late—  
This drink don’t love. It educates.

[Bridge – Spoken Word]  
> “This isn't a beverage.  
> It’s an emotional exorcism.”  
—Kuriyagu Research Institute

[Final Chorus – Japanese + English]  
飲めば飲むほどバカになる  
(The more you drink, the dumber you get)  
It’s not love—it’s karma in a can.  
口の中で元カレが爆発  
(My ex just exploded in my mouth.)  
Swallow your pride. Run while you can.

[Outro]  
Three cans later...  
“Why do I always fall for the wrong ones?”  
—(Because you never read the warning label.)

****************************************

Drink Name:Kuriyagu Max  
Theme:Punitive Love Bitter Drink — For emotional detox only  **Flavor Breakdown**

Initial Strike：Boiled dark herbal blend. Strong, medicinal, with a sharp bitterness like PVC melted down in despair.
Middle Burn：Like feed soaked in warm water, with a touch of bitter gourd juice. Lingering sweetness hides in the bitterness like false hope.
Final Punch：Rubber-barrel-aged XO aftertaste, followed by a faint soapy echo. Think: cilantro in coconut water, simmered in heartbreak.

Slogan：「Only when you drink love, do you taste your mistakes.」

“So... he really went to take wedding photos with your nanny?”

“Yep. Wearing her dad’s military uniform too. Said it was ‘heritage’.”

Theo coldly tossed his coat on the sofa.  
Then, wordlessly, reached into the fridge and pulled out a black can.  
Kuriyagu Max.  
Warning labels plastered across its aluminum body.  
The glint of pain in every reflection.

“Let’s see what heartbreak tastes like…”  
He popped the tab. Gulped hard.

—First hit: a black herbal blast, like an angry grandma shouting:  
“Love is suffering! Wake up!”  
Then comes the swampy wave of wet feed and bitter gourd,  
The taste of hangovers and being left on “read”.

Theo frowned, his brows folding like paper cranes of despair.

“Why the hell would you make something like this?”  
Cillian asked, wrinkling his nose.

Theo stared at the can, as if it were her.  
Or rather, her shadow. Wrapped in another’s arms.

“Because I’m done saying the word ‘breakup’.”  
He scribbled a new formula on the whiteboard:  
> **‘Acanthopanax + bitter gourd + XO barrel oil’**

“This isn’t just a drink.  
It’s a weaponized heartbreak.  
Canned, carbonated, and ready to punch back.”

Just then, a knock.  
Anouk stood in the doorway—his ex’s best friend.

“I heard you’re selling love punishments. I’ll take two dozen.”

“You hate her that much?”

“No,” she said, “she’s been posting ‘found real love’ selfies all week.  
I’m developing diarrhea just scrolling.  
I need firepower.”

Theo handed her the cans—new label: **Retribution Edition**.  
Flashing red with the words **“Vengeance Brewing”**.

“Careful,” he said.  
“Side effects may include poetry… or phone calls to your ex.”

Anouk grinned. “I’m already a poet.”  
She turned to leave. The door creaked.

A photo slipped to the floor.  
Them, smiling in front of a convenience store.  
Back when Kuriyagu was still just an idea.

That night, as Theo relabeled cans,  
He whispered:

> “This isn’t closure.  
> Just the free sample version of goodbye.”

LUMO Studio  
**Creating and Shining Together**  
We believe every emotion deserves a voice.  
Every heartbreak deserves a punchline.  
All music generated via Suno AI  
All visuals created with licensed AI generators.  
© 2024 LUMO Studio. All Rights Reserved.  
*This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance is accidental.*

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[Intro] (Siren wails) **Warning**: This is not a drink. This is an emotional punishment. Side effects may include regret, overthinking, and unexpected late-night karaoke. [Verse 1] You said you loved me, then ghosted hard. Now I’m sipping sorrow like it’s some vintage scar. Bitter like your texts, dry like your lies, This can’s a toast to broken whys. *Gulp.* Tastes like heartbreak soaked in socks. Like regret brewed in moldy rocks. I cried once. The drink cried back. Then dropkicked my chest like a panic attack. [Chorus - Japanese] 飲んじゃダメよ、愛の毒 (Don’t drink it—it’s love’s poison) 甘い言葉のあとに来る苦さ (The bitterness that follows sweet words) 3本飲んだら、恋が崩壊 (Three cans in—your love collapses) バカな自分に、乾杯 (A toast to your foolish self) [Verse 2] "Just friends," you said, like it meant no sin— While I drowned deep in Kuriyagu gin. Smells like betrayal, tastes like soap, Still I drink it… like there’s hope. The label said: **"For heartbreak only."** So why’s it on sale next to the cola, lonely? I chug it down, I learn too late— This drink don’t love. It educates. [Bridge – Spoken Word] > “This isn't a beverage. > It’s an emotional exorcism.” —Kuriyagu Research Institute [Final Chorus – Japanese + English] 飲めば飲むほどバカになる (The more you drink, the dumber you get) It’s not love—it’s karma in a can. 口の中で元カレが爆発 (My ex just exploded in my mouth.) Swallow your pride. Run while you can. [Outro] Three cans later... “Why do I always fall for the wrong ones?” —(Because you never read the warning label.) **************************************** Drink Name:Kuriyagu Max Theme:Punitive Love Bitter Drink — For emotional detox only **Flavor Breakdown** Initial Strike：Boiled dark herbal blend. Strong, medicinal, with a sharp bitterness like PVC melted down in despair. Middle Burn：Like feed soaked in warm water, with a touch of bitter gourd juice. Lingering sweetness hides in the bitterness like false hope. Final Punch：Rubber-barrel-aged XO aftertaste, followed by a faint soapy echo. Think: cilantro in coconut water, simmered in heartbreak. Slogan：「Only when you drink love, do you taste your mistakes.」 “So... he really went to take wedding photos with your nanny?” “Yep. Wearing her dad’s military uniform too. Said it was ‘heritage’.” Theo coldly tossed his coat on the sofa. Then, wordlessly, reached into the fridge and pulled out a black can. Kuriyagu Max. Warning labels plastered across its aluminum body. The glint of pain in every reflection. “Let’s see what heartbreak tastes like…” He popped the tab. Gulped hard. —First hit: a black herbal blast, like an angry grandma shouting: “Love is suffering! Wake up!” Then comes the swampy wave of wet feed and bitter gourd, The taste of hangovers and being left on “read”. Theo frowned, his brows folding like paper cranes of despair. “Why the hell would you make something like this?” Cillian asked, wrinkling his nose. Theo stared at the can, as if it were her. Or rather, her shadow. Wrapped in another’s arms. “Because I’m done saying the word ‘breakup’.” He scribbled a new formula on the whiteboard: > **‘Acanthopanax + bitter gourd + XO barrel oil’** “This isn’t just a drink. It’s a weaponized heartbreak. Canned, carbonated, and ready to punch back.” Just then, a knock. Anouk stood in the doorway—his ex’s best friend. “I heard you’re selling love punishments. I’ll take two dozen.” “You hate her that much?” “No,” she said, “she’s been posting ‘found real love’ selfies all week. I’m developing diarrhea just scrolling. I need firepower.” Theo handed her the cans—new label: **Retribution Edition**. Flashing red with the words **“Vengeance Brewing”**. “Careful,” he said. “Side effects may include poetry… or phone calls to your ex.” Anouk grinned. “I’m already a poet.” She turned to leave. The door creaked. A photo slipped to the floor. Them, smiling in front of a convenience store. Back when Kuriyagu was still just an idea. That night, as Theo relabeled cans, He whispered: > “This isn’t closure. > Just the free sample version of goodbye.” LUMO Studio **Creating and Shining Together** We believe every emotion deserves a voice. Every heartbreak deserves a punchline. All music generated via Suno AI All visuals created with licensed AI generators. © 2024 LUMO Studio. All Rights Reserved. *This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance is accidental.*

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