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i dissolved some sweet sugar in my fading memories
and drank them up
this love is all i believe in
my usual hot milk
seeps in
i can’t express in words
those uncertain things that close in with no meaning
i smile bitterly
about how i missed the shooting star that flew by
even if someone hurries me along, saying “come on, now’s your chance!”
once again, i don’t know where i’m going
i laugh and say it’s none of their business
as i stir my usual hot milk
what you really want
is that your ideal?
sometimes what’s important
can’t be told in a single answer
i dissolved some sweet sugar in my fading memories
and drank them up
it’s not lukewarm, not bitter
it showed me, along with the fragrant steam
that the days i flip through
definitely change
but this heat won’t go
and it’ll keep moving me deeply
i blocked my ears
so people’s ideals didn’t get in
when i’ve said it plainly, with a slightly fake smile
i’ll have my usual hot milk
do you think that this gloomy world
has no meaning?
even a bitter future
can carry a piece of an ordinary dream
i drank up the reality that approached me
with my hot milk
maybe it doesn’t taste bad, maybe it’s not bitter
i think i’m a little lost
but today i’ll drink up
the trivial wounds i avoided yesterday
the moment i make up my mind
my usual hot milk seeps in
what you really want
is that the answer?
i’ve realised that what’s important
is in my heart
i mixed up my fading memories
with the reality i’ve got one step closer to
it’s sweet and yet a little bitter
it knew how transparent i am
and showed me that these days i flip through
don’t change
this love is all i believe in
my usual hot milk seeps in
hot milk...
my hot milk seeps into my warm heart
hot milk...
seeping into my warm heart