Late night programming,
The TV looks at me with its blue eye,
No matter how much I change the channel,
I can't get rid of its gaze.

The inside of the refrigerator
Gives me the same reply no matter how many times I open it.
I'm used to its reply,
I can see the time limit before my eyes,
I need more time, let me be.

Oh no, this is a parody,
But to me it's my life story,
The clock pretends it knows nothing
And does not wait for me.
I know this is a common story,
But to me, it's my life story,
I'm not imitating anyone,
I'll write the continuation from now on.

I'm going the same way as everyone else
On this freeway,
It's just a coincidence,
All of a sudden, our paths diverge.

Please hurry to the 7th floor,
This elevator is unusually small,
No one's here so I'm at ease,
Set me free from your "sympathy."

Oh no, they're all parodies,
But they're all true stories to the people they belong to,
You pretend you don't need anything
Without putting forth any effort.
I know we're quite similar,
But we're always fighting,
I'm going to read the continuation now
Without giving it any effort.

Oh no, this is probably a parody, too,
To a stranger, it probably sounds like a fake story,
I can only wear my own shoes,
But I can walk in them, so it's all right.
I know this is a common story,
But to me, it's a real story,
I'm going to go see you now
Without waiting for the continuation.