I’ve depicted countless loves,
But reality doesn’t quite click.
I want to be happy,
The image bubbling up within me,
But the one next to me
Is the Asshole of the Year.
Romantic love novels,
I could write a thin book and be an expert,
But reality is different,
Reality is different,
It’s not that simple.
And so, in the end, today as well,
We’re eating two portions of sushi,
But it has no taste,
Nothing tastes like anything,
Chewing on sea urchin battleships.
Encountering many people,
Fleeting expectations start to crumble.
Ghosts are visible,
But my tomorrow isn’t.
That person, this person,
They’re all so damn boring~!
The collapse of the Gestalt of excitement,
The puzzle pieces don’t fit together.
The failure of the Gestalt of screw-ups,
For some reason, the frustration won’t disappear.
What I imagined,
Is far from the ideal,
Only the topics keep increasing,
Where is happiness?
Encounters guided by the moonlight,
But none of them click.
I want to escape from here,
Onsen trip with someone,
But I can’t find them,
I can’t find anyone at all,
And once again, I realize I’m alone.
Nothing matters anymore,
Aim for being Beyoncé’s child in the next life,
I have no motivation,
I no longer have any motivation,
Just escaping reality for now.
Encountering many people,
My field of vision starts to warp.
I understand in my head,
But my heart isn’t moved.
That person, this person,
Are truly worthless~!
The collapse of the Gestalt of excitement,
The puzzle pieces don’t fit together.
The failure of the Gestalt of screw-ups,
For some reason, the frustration won’t disappear.
What do I want?
I don’t even know myself.
It’s frustrating, but it’s true,
Advice from a ghost.
Where is my happiness?