All the girls have given out their “first grade” tests
Their numberless calculations really are ingenious aren’t they?
Through equations of complicated subtraction and multiplication, they lead their taker to an answer they want.
A lucky prince’s overflowing sonnets may be
Weak and full of nonsense, but sure, “Well done! Well done!”
If that’s all, I can say the same with just one finger: ・
ー・・ ーーー ・・・ー ・
That’s all you need for “love”.
You want me to “put it all in words”? Don’t get so ahead of yourself!
That would be uglier than sugar candy that’s started to melt!
You have to keep these things at a perfect temperature
I like things to be overdecorated -
You want to find your answer here and now? Just give it up!
Twenty-six letters? Fifty kana? That’s way too many, they’ll only get in the way!
The truth can only grow in the gaps between all those rows of symbols -
If you want to know why my lips are sealed, then be quiet!
Short, long – I’ve been telling you again and again, all this time – right here…
All the girls have given out their “first grade” tests
Their numberless calculations really are ingenious aren’t they?
Through equations of complicated subtraction and multiplication, they lead their taker to an answer they want.
A lucky prince’s overflowing sonnets may be
Weak and full of nonsense, but sure, “Well done! Well done!”
If that’s all, I can say the same with just one finger:
・ー・・ ーーー ・・・ー ・
That’s all you need for “love”.
Isn’t it about time we put an end to all this boring poetry?
Even if you put craft in its form, I know all too well there’s no meaning in it.
You want me to “put it all in words”? Don’t get so ahead of yourself!
That would be uglier than sugar candy that’s started to melt!
You have to keep these things at a perfect temperature
I like these things to be overdecorated…
You want to find your answer here and now? Just give it up!
I’ll go ahead and tell you that asking me to “spell it out” is just arrogant!
It doesn’t matter how many sugary glances you pour over me,
After all, you love and cry over just about anything that comes into your vision
Forgetting that this little thrill is just one of many others…
Twenty-six letters? Fifty kana? That’s way too many, they’ll only get in the way!
The truth can only grow in the gaps between all those rows of symbols -
I’ll let you listen to the beat of my pained left chest, so just be quiet…
Short, long – I’ve been ringing in to tell you, again and again – right here…