She is called a genius by the world
Looking at this ridiculous world with cold eyes
So
No matter how beautiful things are in front of me
I don't want to praise either
Because I already knew what my fate would be
Until that young man who is as transparent and warm as the sun and always smiles appears
Probably
This is how a straight line turns, right?
(Everyone, come and collect it, boom boom boom, thank you, bow~~~~)