[verse] あの子はあたしを指名した 12歳の共犯者 どこか壊れそうなあの子 「間違えた箇所を〇にしてほしいの」 [drop] あたしは嫌だと言えなくて 数字の癖を必死に真似た 「そっちのもやろっか？」 それだけは怖くて首を横に振った [chorus] ○✕で戦う小さな兵士たち 前の子の足 笑顔で踏みつける 子どもの顔には戻れない 受験という名の戦争が終わるまで [verse] あたしはすぐにすっかり慣れて 今日もあの子と採点をし合う ✕を○に替える度 親友になっていく気がしてた [drop] でもその日 あたしの答案は ○を✕にされていた あの子はにっこりこう言った 「君が良い点だと怪しまれるから」 [Hook] 寓話で擦られた因果応報なんて 現実には存在しない あたしは親友でも共犯者でも無く ただの動かしやすい駒だった [chorus] ○✕で戦う小さな兵士たち 前の子の足 笑顔で踏みつける 子どもの顔には戻れない 受験という名の戦争が終わるまで [outro] 戦争が終わっても 地獄の行進が終わらないことを この時はまだ知らなかったんだ --------------- English ver. [verse] That girl chose me, a 12-year-old accomplice. Fragile, as if she might break at any moment. “Fix the mistakes I made — secretly rewrite them as correct answers, okay?” [drop] I couldn’t say no, so I mimicked the way she wrote her numbers. “Want me to do yours too?” she asked. I shook my head in fear — that was the one thing I couldn’t do. [chorus] Tiny soldiers fighting with their pens, stepping on the feet ahead with smiling faces. We can’t return to being children until the war called entrance exams is over. [verse] Soon I got used to it, grading each other’s papers day after day. Every time I rewrote her wrong answers as correct ones, it felt like we were becoming best friends. [drop] But one day, on my own test, my correct answers were rewritten as mistakes by her hand. With a smile she whispered, “If your score is too good, the teacher will get suspicious.” [hook] That old fable of karma and retribution doesn’t exist in reality. To her, I was never a friend or accomplice — just an easy pawn to move. [chorus] Tiny soldiers fighting with their pens, stepping on the feet ahead with smiling faces. We can’t return to being children until the war called entrance exams is over. [outro] Back then I didn’t yet know, that even when the war ended, the hellish march would never stop. --------- prompt transparent and fragile female vocal, Japanese lyrics, emo and tense atmosphere, raw, sharp and restless energy, math rock and jazz rock fusion — dry and cutting clean guitar riffs mixed with jazzy chord voicings, punchy and gritty bassline with walking-jazz undertones, syncopated and edgy light percussion with subtle swing, steady 8-beat rhythm that feels like marching in an exam war, lo-fi raw recording texture, slightly distorted mix, chord progression: F – G – Am – Em repeating. The mood evokes children forced into soldiers of an exam war, with mechanical precision, claustrophobic tension, and ironic innocence — a battlefield where ○ and × become weapons, and smiling faces hide cruelty.
