歌詞

He’s what you’d call an “un-cute realist,”

A man who can’t bend even a little

If something doesn’t make sense in his own mind

He’ll never accept it—no matter what

He tries to live only by what he believes is right

He loves books—manga and novels

Especially mysteries

Social-issue mysteries? Screw those

He prefers classic “guess-the-culprit” stories

He’s drawn to powers, magic, and the mysterious—

Robots, aliens, fairies, phantom thieves, wizards, yokai…

He loves tokusatsu and anime too

Dramas, movies, theater—

He treasures subculture and entertainment

He can’t live without music

Life is a stage, and every person is merely an actor

He hates unreasonable people—

The inconsiderate, the selfish, the loud, the immoral

He thinks the world would be better if they disappeared

He likes those with manners

Those who can communicate

Those who are sociable

Especially people who respect hierarchy—

They’re admirable

Anyone who can’t even greet others

Has no worth as a human, nor any social value

People who look down on others

Cross their arms while judging

Or criticize without offering an alternative—

He devotes himself to erasing such people from this world

He loves dogs—especially Shiba Inu

Because he loves them, dogs love him back

Even dogs with owners will wander over

To rub against his legs

He loves soba, tofu, and sashimi

He’s grateful to have been born in a Japan rich with dashi

It’s the best—pure bliss on his tongue

His weak point is his short-term memory

He tires easily

And walking too much hurts his legs and back—

A ridiculous, ironic outcome