Abandoned excavator, fireflies’ light
Illuminated
Short-sleeved fantasy (wanderer)
In other words, a break
On a scorching day, a brief return home
The heat even cools the Buddha
Even AI, being a fan, cools down
(Ta-ma-ya)
Chasing fireflies’ butts
Just ahead, autumn, the lightning rod dampens
Everyone is wrapped and driven mad in yukatas
Even Hikoboshi falls into scandal
When the nicknames disappear
What should I call you
From now on??
Carving the main pillar, with my stature
It seems I can’t surpass anything
Even the bell crickets
Tururururu tururururu
Tururururu tururururu
Tururururu
Can’t sleep
Enya, the archipelago, fickle
Enya, electric lights, not even cicadas
Enya, incomprehensible to the core
Justa, heavy drinkers, heavy drinkers, heavy drinkers
Late at night, the archipelago, fickle
Late at night, electric lights, not even cicadas
Late at night, incomprehensible to the core
No more than this, no more than this
In the mist of starting to work
Dreams start to stain with sweat
Once again, the midsummer gift-giving
Why do we gather?
Drifting and swaying
In the doubtful night
Flickering fireflies~
The sleeping face of morning glories
Fireworks blooming on the water’s surface
Gathering in front of 7/11
Head buzzing from a sour lemon
A picture diary with no content
Feels like it’s fading a bit
Fireflies’ runway palms
Sunflowers looking down hold their breath
Lighting a soot-covered lantern
Wearing a loincloth, the first sign of summer
Tamae’s noren sways
No one’s left at grandpa’s house anymore
Saginuma pool also completely gone
Hell’s shower
You’re really an adult if you’re okay with it
Your profile on a moonlit night is picturesque
The goldfish fan suits you well
Take off your mask and smile
Bell crickets in rehearsal
“Nice to meet you”
Enya, the archipelago, fickle
Enya, electric lights, not even cicadas
Enya, incomprehensible to the core
Justa, heavy drinkers, heavy drinkers, heavy drinkers
Late at night, the archipelago, fickle
Late at night, electric lights, not even cicadas
Late at night, incomprehensible to the core
No more than this, no more than this
In the mist of starting to work
Dreams start to stain with sweat
Once again, the midsummer gift-giving
Why do we gather?
Drifting and swaying
In the doubtful night
Flickering fireflies~