Lyric

In the window of a worn-out train

I saw my tired self staring back

The strength to stand in the kitchen—

Seems I left it somewhere behind

I skip the convenience store

And head straight to the back of the supermarket

It’s that magical hour

When “Half Price” stickers start to appear—

And for some reason, my heart flutters a bit

No, not today—I’m getting packaged sushi

Cooking is just too much, but I still want something good

A modest little feast for a day well fought

With wasabi and soy—soothing my soul

Tonight, it’s packaged sushi—a true delight

And honestly, that’s enough for me

There’s a cold beer waiting in the fridge

And maybe… this is what happiness feels like

The tuna is bright red, the egg is sweet

Even the slightly dry ginger feels dear to me

Salmon shining, ikura battleships—

Just seeing them lined up brings me peace

Forget the veggies—I’ll forgive myself

Even this kind of dinner

Tonight, somehow, it saves me

Say what you will

But for me, this is the nourishment I need

The will to cook—I left it far behind

Today, I’m done. Just done

No, not today—I’m getting packaged sushi

No pots, no pans, just a quiet night

The dry wind, the tired home—

And these little sushi friends bring me comfort

Tonight, it’s packaged sushi—a small celebration

And with it, I know I’ll make it through tomorrow too

For this weary heart, just a little bit—

Of happiness, held gently in my hand