Zanki

It's noisy, the first meeting, the encounter that was delayed
It's self-satisfaction, a poor logical argument
Welcome, the health food I aimed for
The herald is satisfied

Pretending to be a top student, I'm getting carried away
It's a mistake, because the current situation is white
Let's show off more, let's meet at the summit
I won't be able to go back, you know?

Intuition, self-centered understanding, impossible to understand, player
If you want it, thirty times
What a stupid mouth, what's the point of pretending
More and more? It's already too painful

Days that can't be given up, shouting so much it's annoying
Becoming nutrition, getting dirty again
I don't understand, I don't resist, the echo of the reflection of the water's surface
If I sing with a hoarse voice, I'm grateful

I want to test it, it's warm
The night that's absolutely critical feels good
I dreamed of a boring life, but
Winning the first move feels good

Change it right away, the water spear, the human's warmth
The true intention is blessed, but the mirror is a friend
Wake up, nod off, listen, nod until you drink
Good times with good friends

Intuition, self-centered understanding, impossible to understand, player
If you want it, thirty times
Even the small, the complicated, the grateful
In the end, it opens up, but

Days that can't be given up, shouting so much it's annoying
Becoming nutrition, getting dirty again?
I don't understand, I don't resist, the echo of the reflection of the water's surface
If I sing with a hoarse voice, I'm grateful

I want to test it, it's warm
The night that's absolutely critical feels good
I dreamed of a boring life, but
Winning the first move feels good

I just want to be calm
I think I don't want to bother anyone
If I don't fight, I can't get anything
It was a simple explanation

Days that can't be given up, shouting so much it's annoying
Becoming nutrition, getting dirty again
I don't understand, I don't resist, the echo of the reflection of the water's surface
If I sing with a hoarse voice, I'm grateful

I want to say it, but it's a rock-paper-scissors game
First, prepare until you feel the sense of touch
Don't hesitate, don't get angry, the echo of the reflection of the water's surface
Sing with a closed brain, I'm grateful

It's dry, itchy, and slippery
I wanted to laugh at something stupid
If you don't lose, you won't be satisfied, uneasy
It's tiring to get angry, but I won't give up
For wounds, for sessions, for peaks, for health
It feels good