Why is he the only one who always gets praised? It pisses me off.
It's unfair to feel that there are differences in what people are born with.

Your radiant appearance makes me sigh, and when I hear your voice, I can't help but click my tongue.
I'm not jealous at all, but I can't stop feeling irritated and annoyed.

Why can't I sing like him? I want to be praised as a genius too.
I want people to say, "Everything you do is so innovative! That's amazing!"

Why is he always the one who's so popular with women? It really pisses me off.
I did so many good things in my past life. Ah, that's it!

The words he uses give me goosebumps. His commitment to keeping his promises gives me chills.
I have absolutely no intention of losing, but I'm currently content with this position.

Why can't I sing like him? I want to be praised as a genius too.
I want to be told, "It's stylish no matter how you boil or grill it! I love it!"

He actually knows the truth; he's the one who's been repeating the same mistakes.
I just keep doing what needs to be done, one sheet at a time.

Hey, I just haven't given it my all yet. Just wait patiently and don't let your guard down too much.
Great talents mature late; that's been the rule since the Jurassic period.
Now let's begin our late-blooming journey.

I can only sing my own songs, so I have no choice but to keep improving myself.
I'll do everything I'm supposed to do, and then act like I haven't done anything.
Let's put an end to this time spent feeling jealous.