In short: Nothing, nonsense, radio, song, piano, guitar, daybreak, delusion, cultural festivals, genuflection, influenza, tenacity -- all mistaken.

Beyond the light and the dark, nothing remains. Who would suggest such a thing?

Nothing.
No merit.
Is this nothing?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing...

Well, then:
What, exactly, is nothing?

It's a key characteristic of the world of nothingness.
Is it, now?
The world of naught emotion.
Is it, now?
The world of no sound.
Is it, now?
The world of even no pop-kuns.
Is it, now?
Even though it seems rather unreasonable,
In truth, nothing is ever unreasonable.
Therefore, I don't have a single thought.
What is here?

Rather, this is the world of all existence.
Is it, now?
In what way can there be such a thing living without form?
Quite a paradox.

The end of repeating questions and answers
Struggling factions
Past beginnings, and past endings
Nothing that lives is questioning

In short:
The beginning and the end of the world has been enclosed.
There, everything has been compressed
Paradoxical nothing is born, unquestioning
Surely I really don't know the meaning of this.

In short:
The world, the light, the darkness, the dawn, the dusk, the smiles, the tears, the closing, the music, the game, the Internet, the feeling, your presence, myself, and some other things here and there...
They have been lumped together.
"Everything shall disappear," it was said,
A worn face scolding with fresh emotion
This is a song, a package with everything in it.
As for the flu...
Well, every time I make music, thoughts like that just spring from my head.

Nevertheless,
this feeling is only another of my creations.
There are a lot of feelings put into Pop'n 15 as a whole.
Either way, this harsh world is an interesting yet tough place.

With these words,
even if we have something to lose,
Let's give it our all.

Ahaha.