In the quiet room afterschool, Everyone is whispering in a linenWho does he like? We quietly went to ask a fortune-tellernnSurprisingly, the answer to the question was Maruyama M-ko of the 3rd year 9th classnWhy does he like her? Aren't I cuter than she is?nnMy skin is young and whitenAnd because I don't lose to her in my figurenAnd because I do sit-ups everydaynAnd because I won't lose in sending him my feelingsnnTo be beneath the sunset sky, just with himnAlways flirting, messing around, and flirting some morennI hugged his doll tightly and slept, believingnThat one day a day like that would comennIn the quiet room afterschool I confessed to the guy that i lovednWhats wrong with me? I said a bit embarrasedly and innocentlynnIn the quiet room with the two of us Theres someone else that I like.nWhy do you like her? Aren't I cuter than she is?nnMy skin is young and whitenAnd because I don't lose to her in my figurenAnd because I do sit-ups everydaynAnd because I won't lose in sending him my feelingsnnAh, to be beneath the sunset sky, just with himnAlways flirting, messing around, and flirting some morennThe me that believed that that day would comenTears falling in huge drops Someone stop themnnMy skin is young and whitenAnd because I don't lose to her in my figurenAnd because my breasts are biggernBut no milk comes out yetnnI like younnBeneath the sunset sky, my tears trickle downnWith me looking admirable and cute in a huge puddlenWhy am I crying?nBecause I'm the cutest one in the worldn