069. Comparison (2)

Clearly, back when I was still in school, I would've been rolling around excitedly in my room during Golden Week.

Unfortunately, poor me hasn't even been able to set foot at home and has been working as a slave at full throttle.

Being dragged here and there, meeting fans and greeting them.

I stopped by my home country briefly in the middle, but I didn't even get to see my family home.

But if you add up all the streets I've wandered for new-song promotions, I think I could've gone around the Earth at least once.

Thanks to that, I'm completely drained.

If I took even one step outside my house, I'm sure I'd crumple.

But you know, if I collapsed in the street, wouldn't someone at least carry me off?

If someone picked up a bona fide adult woman who looked like a girl and dragged her straight home, I wouldn't have the strength to resist at all.

Or what if I ordered delivery because I was starving to death, and the delivery guy took one look at my face, fell for me, and barged in...