She Who Hates For No Reason
From behind those golden frames of glasses you hate me
It's as if I took your world forcibly arbitrarily
Calm down a bit, he will never cross my back mind
But also wake up from your long dream
Don't you see millions of duplicates of girls like you
With branded tote bags, expensive fake clothes, youth-style footwear
But one thing is the climax of this comedy
You're not what he wants, not his taste, not wanted
I'm just clad in an old-fashioned suit, worn money tucked in my pocket
Sitting with the boisterous wind and the noise of the city
He looks at me like a hanging Mona Lisa
Then you think as if something bad happened
Your life is too stupid to just argue about love
Get out of that ancient life, see the world
Water flowers laugh at you all the way
And the glass sky rhymes you with a thousand epithets