I am fortunate, amn’t I?
Even though I have no dad
I was born by a love sometime ago
You can’t choose the belly
The fate led by rock, paper, scissors
You can’t cheat
It is like I am cursed
(I am just kidding)
With the unhappy face.Being stuck inside the room
If I am not like this I can behave casually
When I was laughing foolishly
I was told “you poor thing”
I was told “you poor thing”
(Why?)
Happiness, unhappiness
Which one is heavier, tell me goddess?
Something beautiful
Makes me feel suffocated
What did I eat yesterday?
I have always been full
The photo album from the leaving day
The photo album from the leaving day
The face I didn’t know, the arrangement
There was love and that made me cry
Ah I can’t make myself hate it
“Full” is actually just a moment
Stomach and soul are both
Every time become more worn
I prefer them smaller
I can’t see it clearly since my eyes are dirty with sand
In return I have a good nose instead
Being muddy seems rather good
The unhappiness soldier
Happiness, unhappiness
It becomes one with both sides of the coin
Even if it’s not beautiful
This is my reality
chu-chu-ka-chu-li-la
When there’s no hope for your dreams
chu-chu-ka-chu-li-la
Let’s plan an ideal schedule
What is unhappiness?
Is there anybody who is not unhappy?
Everyone’s a little bit unhappy anyway
I don’t like great fortune
Happiness is scary
Unhappiness is amazing, dirty happiness
“I am not a poor thing”