The desperate flavored soup that makes you speechless
It seems like we have to drink one bowl of it at least once in our lifetime
A homemade big pinch of laziness and complaints mixed in
Now it's boiling right in front of me, dangerous colors swirl
When I breathed in, I felt the scent of the open air
And a face reflected in the silver spoon, staring distortedly at me
It's like he's insisting, "You're not good enough"
I blocked off the unnecessary five senses
Reckless ideals pierce all the internal organs and the bowels
They and this bitter modern age complement each other and form a habit
I know that even if they don't say, "You have unusual tastes"
But, with thanks for the meal, I just want to be me again
Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, fatigue and failure
Even if we dwell on them and if we refuse them, they will never be better
The more you pour in, the thirstier you will get, the bubbling and spooky celebratory cup
Until every last drop gets consumed YEAH!!
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