You are Honeydew, a sweet melon
I don’t know when I started liking you
Even though melons exist all over the world
You’re a special existence
I wonder why I like you…
I can’t see anyone else but you anymore
Is it bad to like you this much?
Where did we first meet?
On the train, at the convenience store register?
You’re so cute, but
My memory only skips to there
Did I know you from before?
Clear memories of a past life
I feel like I could casually talk to you
For some reason, you don’t seem like a stranger
How many people does one meet in a lifetime?
Such coincidences
We may fall in love a few times…
But there won’t be just one true love
That’s why I’m convinced
It’s serious, you know
You are my favorite, Honeydew
There’s no other fruit for me
It doesn’t matter if others like it or not
It’s just my preference
Because it’s not that sweet
And the flesh is a bit firm
But I’m head over heels for it
The taste is so addictive
It’s a love-hate thing
A gentle, modest taste
Has captured my heart
I tried talking to my best friend about it
But they didn’t seem interested
Priorities vary, of course
Strawberries, bananas, oranges, mangoes
Apples, grapefruits, muscats
You can choose, but
You are special, irreplaceable
Full of youthful freshness
Not that famous, but
You’re my only favorite
Because you look so ordinary
Without any distinctive features
I was drawn to that
That greenish color reminds me of the sky
So cute, I unconsciously smile
No one is making a fuss yet
I want to have you all to myself, the princess of the fruit world
You are Honeydew, a sweet melon
I don’t know when I started liking you
Even though melons exist all over the world
You’re a special existence
You are my favorite, Honeydew
There’s no other fruit for me
It doesn’t matter if others like it or not
It’s just my preference
Because it’s not that sweet
And the flesh is a bit firm
But I’m head over heels for it