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!

You get a bigger serving than when you lived alone
I don't think we are in the situation where we can say "give up"
But even if you told me I could live alone, I wouldn't choose it anymore
I don't want to miss any days with you

With thanks for the meal, I'd like to gain one more time
The heat to boil the heart that was chilled by a sigh

Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, fatigue and failure
You've been worrying about them, you've been rejecting them, and now you're tired of giving up
The more you pour in, the thirstier you will get The bubbling and spooky celebratory cup
We will drink it while sobbing
That's life, isn't it?

Life goes on Out of nowhere,
When you feel the need to vent all your simmering worries and sorrows all over the place,
Don't stop the spoon and continue the thirst A toast to all the future
Give me a piece of fate, which is hidden in the depths of this world
Until I scoop it out
And until every last drop gets consumed
YEAH!