Lyric

The bustling shopping street

Laughter leaps forth

A sigh in front of the store

I see myself reflected in the window

I really want to tell you

But I'm taking another detour

I keep dragging it out, dragging it out

Without a punchline

No punchline, no punchline

A round and round detour

Now's the time to say it

I still can't say it

The smell of taiyaki

My heart trembles even more

Just speak honestly

Even that becomes a firestorm

You keep dragging it out, dragging it out

Laughing, deceiving me

No punchline, no punchline

My repeated doubts

You know, but

You keep pretending not to know

The lit shopping street

Blazing among the hurrying people

A single word To avoid slipping, I wrap myself up in laughter again

There's no punchline, no punchline. The same old routine. While I'm laughing, I'm hiding the truth

There's no punchline, no punchline. The same old routine. While I'm laughing, I'm hiding the truth