Smile a lot, smile a lot. Then, shed tears a little
Stow away, stow away, let me clean them up
What do lost things look like?
Can’t describe it well
Let’s find it little by little, collect pieces of lost things
Display them, display them
But I still feel like I’m missing some colors
Still can’t find them
For a precious day, tips, tips, tips
Move forward a little, take a step, step, step
It’s still fuzzy, dark, opaque and invisible
I don’t even know what color the fruit is
Don’t wake me up like a dream
Don’t let it burst like a soap bubble
Mix and match together the aroma of sweet syrup
When the fruit is ripe and colored, bon appétit!
Whenever and however, often make mistakes
Try different ways and go a long journey
What does my fruit smell like?
Still can’t find it
Skip the gloom, skip, skip, skip
If get carried away, I’ll slip, slip, slip
Someday, it’ll have impurities and contradictions
And won’t be just a sweet fruit
Don’t let it break like magic
Don’t let the story break up
Connect our wishes and mix them, sweet syrup overflows
When the fruit is ripe and colored, bon appétit!
Do you notice common vague?
Will it reach your mundane normal?
If you pretend not to know, you’ll never get it
Realize that, and come closer
Don’t wake me up like a dream
Don’t let the story break up
Connect our wishes and mix them, sweet syrup overflows
When the fruit is ripe and colored, bon appétit!