by Rie Kugimiya, Yui Horie, Eri Okamura
pure purepara-to tsuyoku nanka nai
pure purepare-do itsuka kimi wo tsukamaeru
yudan shitara sono yubi chiku chiku atakku kakugo shite
chiisai kedo hasamuno mijinnko mitai na anata
hoshii no wa purasuchikku na ha-to (purasu purasu dakedo mainasu)
demo sore ja tsumaranai soko ni kizuita mono
koi wa amakute nigai mono, tanjunmeikai fukuzatsukaiki na shiromono
do- de mo ii koto bakkari ki ni shitari suruno
donna kanji? sonna kanji!
onkoutokujitsu ekisentorikku na anata
tsuyogaru soburi wo zenshin matotte tachiuchi
sunao na dokidoki shigeki ga tsuyokute kurakura
atama no naka wa (itsumo hitori no)
Pre-Preparation. Even though I’m not strong at all.
Pre-Pre parade. Some day I will catch you.
If you let your guard down, there’ll be a tickling attack. Prepare yourself.
You’re small, but fit in, you who are as small as a water flea.
What we wanted was a plastic heart. (Plus! Plus! But then, minus!)
But there were those that noticed it was too boring!
Love is a sweet and bitter thing.
It’s plain and simple, complicated and mysterious.
If you keep worrying about useless things, how will it feel? It’ll feel like that!
You who are gentle and sincere, yet eccentric,
put up a fight by pretending like you’re tough with your whole being.
The impact from being honestly excited will send you dizzy spells.
You hurt someone, you’ve been hurt.
In your head (Always on your own)
A naive pre-parade.
“Vanilla Salt” (バニラソルト)
by Yui Horie
vanilla salt de vanilla…
amai dakenara salt kakemashou
dare yori mo motto motto watashi wo shitte hoshiikara sarakedashitai
demo dekinai no keiken nothing modokashisugiru
demo amai dake no ai wa chotto
watashi ga motometeirumono to wa chigau
“shiro” to iwaretara “kuro” datte icchau
sunao ni narenai amanojaku
“suki” to iwaretara “daikirai” datte
ureshii no ni nani ittendarou
amai vanilla ni salt kakeru youni
A salty vanilla… Vanilla…
Let’s put salt on it if it’s too sweet.
I expose myself to anyone since I want you to understand me more and more.
But that doesn’t work since I have no experience. This is just too irritating!
But a love that’s only sweet is a bit different from what I’m looking for.
When you tell me white I reply with black.
I just can’t be honest, and I’m always contradicting myself.
When you tell me that you love me, I shout I hate you!
I’m happy, yet what am I saying?
It’s like putting salt on sweet vanilla.