Sitting on a swing, I take some rest.
When I suddenly wake up, I breathe a sigh.
I study for tests, let dogs befriend me,
and now I'm a little worn out from my high school life.
Sitting on a seesaw, I think for a moment,
about just what exactly I have been doing.
I have been spending every day
playing watermelon splitting or going to festivals.
For some reason, when I eat my fried noodles bread alone,
it tastes different from its normal flavor.
Playing watermelon splitting or going to festivals
actually doesn't sound like such a bad way of life, maybe.