Black skin, white gloves, red shorts
A pair of huge ears, constantly greeting people
He is my friend, he laughs with me and cries with me
Especially when I, when I am helpless
He’s there to listen as I pour out my heart
In dreams, dancing in a castle
Awake, the world is still cruel
I thought I loved solitude, I thought I’d never get lost
I thought myself and I no longer need anyone’s care
I thought I loved solitude, but once again collapsed in helplessness
Who can let me cuddle, while I cry heartily
Who can make it so that my only friend is not a mouse
Who is the strawberry generation?
You’re actually the durian generation
Covered with obstinacy that hurts people, hurting me
And yet won't let me cry
The Ferris Wheel stops, the coffee cups don't dance
Children practice making misery numb
Happiness is also starting to go numb
Black skin, white gloves, red shorts
A pair of huge ears, constantly greeting people
He is my friend, he laughs with me and cries with me
Especially when I, when I am helpless
He’s there to listen as I pour out my heart
In dreams, dancing in a castle
Awake, the world is still cruel
I thought I loved solitude, I thought I’d never get lost
I thought myself and I no longer need anyone’s care
I thought I loved solitude, but once again collapsed in helplessness
Who can let me cuddle, while I cry heartily
Who can make it so that my only friend is not a mouse
Who is the strawberry generation?
You’re actually the durian generation
Covered with obstinacy that hurts people, hurting me
And yet won't let me cry
The Ferris Wheel stops, the coffee cups don't dance
Children practice making misery numb
Happiness is also starting to go numb