The things that I don't have keep on falling down and down
The dishes that everyone has, takes for granted
Once I touched them, they seemed to go somewhere

There's too many things that I don't have to count
Within the window I look into on my way home, I see the warmth of a family, the chatter of the magic hour
Every time I saw them, I began to think,
How on earth is such warmth even made?
The children on the other side know

You see, in my dreams I can fly freely
With the wings that a witch gifted me so long ago
Within the window I look into on my way home, I see the warmth of a family
And the shadow of a pinafore, the white bell

You don't have to make it special,
I don't have to be your number one,
Just ordinarily, just ordinarily
Like it's tiringly normal
The same as everyone else,
Please call me, dinner bell
Dinner bell
Dinner bell

Even I have plenty of things I don't like to eat,
But if I was picky about it, I would gradually begin to die
I'll shrivel up, become tiny
I drink the soup that a toy chef made
Swearing to carry that warmth with me until the morning,
I keep it in my stomach and go to sleep

To be a good child, no matter when
That's the rule my mama set for me long ago
But on the roadside, on a cold night, I lost sight of that
I see a shadow beyond a door that won't open, a white bell

It's not a promise,
Nor is it a conclusion
Just ordinarily, just ordinarily
Covered in silver snow,
Before my heart freezes over,
Please call my name, dinner bell

Just ordinarily, just ordinarily

Even though I can't choose
Even though I can't choose
Even though I can't choose, why
Do I need her

Because I can't choose,
Because I had no other choice, did I declare it to be love?
After all, even the pinafore is a human

Nobody cares at all,
Nothing will change at all
I know that already, I know all of that 
Like it's tiringly normal
The same as everyone else,
Please stop my fever
Stop it so gently, dinner bell