So many horribly exhausted faces lined up in the windows of the Toyoko Line overhead
Luckily or unluckily, I’m a weekday straggler on a different path
I daydream about friends I’ve not heard from in a while, imagining my father in his youth
Black clouds cover the floodplains, but is my future what they’ll darken?
The days I wrote about loneliness and moving forward, I was at a loss on a muddy road
A stray child let out a song of praise for a coward, pure nonsense, that sounded like crying and wailing
That’s right, don’t take the things said behind your back so seriously, calling it a disgrace
Me myself, I already knew far too much about living out one’s life with the darkness
When I was shown kindness, my heart shuddered
I felt like I could die, if it was for that feeling
I truly thought that! Go on, laugh! Please, laugh at me!
I hung my head and peered into a puddle, trampling on my reflected, tearstained face
There’s no way this’ll go well for me… Today it’s pouring down hard again
Come to think of it, it rained like this back then, too
I always hated talking about the future, so I never wanted to make any promises
Satoshi called me for the first time in forever, so terribly drunk
The accent of a hometown where nothing changes, and the bits and pieces of a conversation held on the verge of tears
After all the stupid gossip, I made him a promise, “Let’s go for drinks sometime”
Don’t make the reckless days when we raced frantically into just a decoration to look back on
Don’t tell off the past we shamefully blundered through, and the adjoining present, saying it was all pointless
The days of pouring rain that crushed down on my heart… I didn’t trust them with that much, anyways
So let me dare to say it—The future’s in our hands!
I have to keep my promises to my friends
That’s my only reason I can’t die yet
I truly thought that! Go on, laugh! Please, laugh at me!
I hung my head and peered into a puddle, and saw myself staring back, same as always
I tossed that guy a single wry smile… Today it’s pouring down hard again
Come to think of it, it rained like this back then, too
Building blocks of pessimism, optimism, demolishing each in turn, the edges of a wound that aches each time I look over my shoulder
A funny story from long ago, one that I should have forgotten
Will I sink or will I swim? Will I go on or will I turn back? Will it rain or will it shine? Will I do it or will I quit?
Will I win or will I lose? Can I stand up tall? Can I do it all over again? Will I live or will I die?
I said, “There’s no rain that won’t end” “There’s no night that won’t dawn” and stopped trusting the future with my hopes
Dripping wet amidst this downpour, can I run on?
…Today it’s pouring down hard again
Come to think of it, it rained like this that day, too