In the container of coexistence, amidst a flock of words
Yes, yes, obediently replying
Reality or ideals
Advice or heckling
Is it really “time’s up”?
Ah, not like that, not like this, not like that
Already, it seems like it’s about to dry up
The “good kid” wants to rest…
Which side did you drop?
Be honest, no being two-faced
Forcing, tick-tock-tick-tock, to the point of forgetting
In a comfortable relationship, Swimming×Swimming
Pitch×Pitch, Tap×Tap
On a rainy night, scolding and encouraging, sit again, kiss rain
Fortunetelling is, in the end, up to oneself
I don’t really think of going too deep
No matter which side it is, fix my makeup and do it well
Either way, it’s still me
Trends are natural, “why?” flowing from my head
Once you start excessive mineral intake, it won’t stop
Glittering scales stick to the tail of the story
Even if you blend in too much, it’s past the expiration date
And you’ll turn into foam…
Truly swaying and moving beneath the surface
It’s meaningless to say “I didn’t know”
The amazing Fortune that’s rumored
End up feeling bad for everyone
Beautifying the diving story. Most fairy tales, sorry
Losing your voice in love is equivalent to having drank a lot
The front and back, I think it depends on where you look. In other words, all directions
Saying this way, that way, and that way
Wait for it, ah, this feeling, a last stand
Which side are you choosing?
Either way, it’s fine for me
Cheers, boldly dive in
Quite saved, Going×Going
Down×Down, Up×Up
Even if I can’t touch the ground, I’m good at swimming
Fortunetelling is, in the end, up to oneself
If it’s deep, it’s love, I don’t really think so
Whether it’s on or off, at the point of change
It’s the end, isn’t it?
We’re shameless
The back is actally the front
So, let’s begin, let’s begin
From the heart, no being two-faced