cat Even if it's alcohol, I'll just hum it Today and tomorrow because I'm on the ground Serenal's glass still remains unbreakable There are as many lives as there are holes in the oasis. If you come here, you can go elsewhere Soon it will someday someday Because nothing will happen clung to something My song is someone's shallow dried flower Where did the rest of me go, thinking nostalgic about the glass? The sound of ice melting in a glass is nothing to me about you Flowers live without knowing how to live