Vanilla Salt

In a vanilla salt
In a vanilla salt
In a vanilla salt
Burning Love

If it's just sweet
Let's sprinkle some salt

I want you to know me
More than anyone else
I want to bare myself
But I can't, it's an experience of nothing
Too frustrating

The more I try to show my weakness
The more futile it all seems, it's all so paradoxical
The truth is, I'm a crybaby
I kept quiet, but

But, a love that's just sweet is a bit
Different from what I'm looking for

If I'm called white
I'll turn black
I can't be honest
I'm mischievous
If I'm told I'm liked
I'll say I hate it
Even though I'm happy, what should I say?

Like sprinkling salt
On sweet vanilla...

If I become completely infatuated
Twenty-four hours a day, always
Thinking only about you, I think
It's quite extreme

Never did I expect to fall for you this much
No one could have predicted it
There's no weather forecaster
The whereabouts of love

The memories carved
In the time we spent together are treasures

If I'm told right
I'll turn left
I can't be honest
I'm mischievous
If I'm told I'm liked
I'll say I hate it
Even though I'm happy, what should I say?
Burning Love

Rather than the sweet vanilla
A bit of saltiness is better
It'll enhance the sweetness
And autumn will never come...

Even a love that's just sweet
A bit of saltiness is better
The distance between us will shrink
Surely
A more wonderful future is waiting

If I'm called white
I'll turn black
I can't be honest
I'm mischievous
If I'm told I'm liked
I'll say I hate it
Even though I'm happy, what should I say?

If it's just sweet
Let's sprinkle some salt
In a vanilla salt
In a vanilla salt
In a vanilla salt
In a vanilla salt