The rain that has stopped since then
Was left behind in the novel
The words that I wove faded away in the night
The path was hardened into a rut
The rain has been stopped
If I sang to that day when I drove down the Shuto Expressway and left to chase after the seasons
Would my voice ever be able to reach?
Those words from a forgotten storage
Are still left imprinted
Dear lord of the rut
If I composed the words with care
We would be connected by fate
And I would sing that the parallel one was also me
Choices by some cat
Fate that I’ve changed and keep moving forward
But if I traced back to the old me,
I could tell that the rain would fall again
The rain that has stopped since then
Was left behind in the novel
The words that I wove faded away in the night
The path was hardened into a rut
The rain has been stopped
If I sang to that day when I drove down the Shuto Expressway and left to chase after the seasons
Would my voice ever be able to reach?
Those words from a forgotten storage
Are still left imprinted
The rain that started falling since then
Becomes the word that wasn’t there and blurred
In the night like a watercolor painting
I blow a cigarette and call out to the wind
Dear lord of the rut
If I composed the words with care
We would be connected by fate
And I would sing that the parallel one was also me
Choices by some cat
Fate that I’ve changed and keep moving forward
But if I traced back to the old me,
I could tell that the rain would fall again