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Obsolete Meat is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him.
After a certain dish
Suddenly, only the way it is carried is three stars
Then, they set up a store that was not worthy of its size
And sunk without knowing how to win
Net, etiquette, table manners, and so on
Table manners, and so on
I don't know what it’s all about
Plus, I was just guessing
I was formed by my own guesses
Public image
Aha! It's just
Only the topic of conversation precedes
And swallowed without chewing
In fact, if we are only conscious
As long as you are conscious of the appearance
The taste is not important
The menu that he preparеd with all his might
If it is not conveyed to the audiеnce, is it meaningless?
In any case, on a review site filled with ridicule
I'm not happy with the buzzwords!
New foods appear one after another
You can’t catch up if you eat the whole thing;
Eat one piece, and you'll be good to go
Just play around with it
The voice is not even a shadow of its former self
It can be a fetter on the waiter
It can be a burden to the waiter, or it can be an extraordinary thought
It's as good as dust
To the God of the Eclipsing Tendency
The slave who serves the same tastes again
"I don't care how I feel
I don't care how I feel!"
Every time a new meal is served
Nostalgia comes up from somewhere
It's always the same move, year after year
That's exactly what I'm hungry for
I’m already mixing up the subjective and the objective
The subjective and the objective are all mixed up together
A salad bowl of garbage?
Or is it confirmation bias
Confirmation bias?
So, for example
In a few years, if the leading role in the limelight is
Be superseded
Will you still be
Will you still be next to me?
In the extension of fads and fashions
We are rotting away
Without expiration date
And discarded without a second thought
"Next order."
It’s an open secret, a prerequisite
What's the point of being so gleeful about it?
Now that it’s come to this, there's no more choice
Enjoy your cold leftovers
Aiming for a follow-up, a sense of merit
Greedy, spinning out of control?
Only the pride of holding on to the same
Don't throw it away
With a supply that has become saturated
Even the cycle will speed up
Don't worry about the reputation
Let’s do whatever we want
If we eat only imitations
You'll get tired of the same taste
Soon we will all be dead
After you've devoured them to your heart's content
After you have devoured your fill, clasp your hands together, and thank you for the meal
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