As usual, the daily scandals of social entertainment programs
Invisible happiness submerged by boring peace under your feet
I felt a little happiness when I became a fish in the kitchen …
Crying, Tokyo, shortness of breath, this city
Even love has infiltrated Tokyo, and there is no form.
If it had been before, I would have taken the time to climb the spiral stairs.
On the day we meet, as long as we get everything, our mood will gradually decrease.
Like limited resources, whether it is gentle or sweet kiss.
Tokyo, which snows too, has no place to belong to this street.
Even a lie is accepted as Tokyo, and nothing can be seen.
I felt a little happy when I became a monster in the kitchen.
Crying, Tokyo, shortness of breath, this city
Even love has infiltrated Tokyo, and there is no form.