[Verse 1] A bottle of yuzu ponzu—two thousand yen, maybe At some high-end supermarket with “brand power” While I’m making all these overpriced choices My satisfaction with life somehow grew higher [Verse 2] Six thousand eight hundred yen olive oil, maybe While people talk about “third-wave” this and that Someone’s voice slips quietly through my room And there’s nothing left now in my hands [Pre-chorus 1] Inorganic colors, Beyond the sky, All dried out [Chorus 1] The ones who love me, the ones I love I hope none of them ever end up like me If you’re still saying the world is unfair You’re too soft After all, there’s nothing unknown on the internet anymore [Pre-chorus 2] A pale-colored Shooting star Breaks in silence [Chorus 2] The ones who pretend not to know me Maybe they’re the ones who truly understand kindness It feels like the world is filling up with me And yet I’m nowhere to be found As long as I can still put it into words, I guess I’m fine
