Ami ni utaeba english

lively chop chop run run blues.... rain, rain might fall onto my umbrella, which is already a bother despite this. It's not going to dry up. my heart is hollow, chewy, oh dig up The sand-like soil with my umbrella Today is rain, tomorrow's also rain Those things seem like a new way to leave a gap and the imitated mecha(nism) is not growing accustomed to that nonexistant thing, that protective skin. how many years, please, must my remain discontent? It's a sour recovery, and even now it's called "charity", But these wounds hurt! "right here I am living endlessly" was part of what you said. If I sing to the rain, if I sing to the sky, I wonder if this one time inside my chest it would become sunny inside? A Rainy day is also "the Blues", a windy day is also "the Blues", A lot's "to be continued" it seems to me. After the rain I wonder if I'll see myself? lively chop chop run run blues... secretly one must feel fine with sending (stuff, everything) away My tears already took the place of everything in my heart. If I sing to the rain, if I sing to the sky, This "someday" in which the inside of that chest dried up might never exist. a Rainy day is also "the blues", a windy day is also "the blues", It seems to me some types of good fortune are also occasionally not good. Not speaking is OK, Saying "I'm sorry" is also OK Self-interest and pride are all traps; it's good they're unaware of the shedding of tears. Rain blues are heavy, Rain blues also have gusto. It seems to me that these tears, as well as the sky, will surely clear up tomorrow.