Thinking of sweetness, stuffed myself even more
Afraid it'd run out, had to get even more
恐惧它
Dripping with honey, ran to store even more
Gorging, got nauseous, vomited everywhere
I thought that full was something better
Detestable is how it feels
Why must this be?
The honey used to taste delightful
Was it a poison actually
There to trap me?
Am I cursed? I've slighted no one
And I'm sure I know myself
The best so something's not right
This self is the only thing I love
To hear, to smell, to see, to touch
To taste is irreplaceable, no less
Afraid it'd run out, had to get even more
恐惧它
Dripping with honey, ran to store even more
Gorging, got nauseous, vomited everywhere
I thought that full was something better
Detestable is how it feels
Why must this be?
The honey used to taste delightful
Was it a poison actually
There to trap me?
Am I cursed? I've slighted no one
And I'm sure I know myself
The best so something's not right
This self is the only thing I love
To hear, to smell, to see, to touch
To taste is irreplaceable, no less
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