Asa
こさめのふるあさはみょうにしろくうつすはまどがらす
kosame no furu asa wa myōni shiroku utsusu wa mado garasu
きぶんじゃないから、とたばこをしまう
kibun janai kara, to tabako wo shimau
よごしてしまうきがして
yogoshite shimau ki ga shite
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
ぼくをまたないで
boku wo matanai de
ぴんくゆうがたのくれのよう
pinku yūgata no kureno yō
いつかみたあのさむぞらはもう
itsukamita ano samuzora wa mō
よるのゆうれいはあさにはなとちるとうくとうく
yoru no yūrei wa asa ni hana to chiru tōku tōku
close your eyes
close your eyes
ぼくをまたないで
boku wo matanai de
ぴんくゆうがたのくれのよう
pinku yūgata no kureno yō
いつかみたあのさむぞらはもう
itsukamita ano samuzora wa mō
よるのゆうれいはあさにはなとちるとうくとうく
yoru no yūrei wa asa ni hana to chiru tōku tōku
くもをなぞってはねむるきみをおもうとうくとうく
kumo wo nazotte wa nemuru kimi wo omou tōku tōku
よるのゆうれいはあさにはなとちるとうくとうく
yoru no yūrei wa asa ni hana to chiru tōku tōku
(こさめのふるあさはみょうにしろくうつすはまどがらす)
(kosame no furu asa wa myōni shiroku utsusu wa mado garasu)
くもをなぞってはねむるきみをおもうとうくとうく
kumo wo nazotte wa nemuru kimi wo omou tōku tōku
(きぶんじゃないから、とたばこをしまう、よごしてしまうきがして)
(kibun janai kara, to tabako wo shimau, yogoshite shimau ki ga shite)
よるのゆうれいはあさにはなとちるとうくとうく
yoru no yūrei wa asa ni hana to chiru tōku tōku
(こさめのふるあさはみょうにしろくうつすはまどがらす)
(kosame no furu asa wa myōni shiroku utsusu wa mado garasu)
くもをなぞってはねむるきみをおもうとうくとうく
kumo wo nazotte wa nemuru kimi wo omou tōku tōku
(きぶんじゃないから、とたばこをしまう、よごしてしまうきがして)
(kibun janai kara, to tabako wo shimau, yogoshite shimau ki ga shite)
Morning Rain
On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white
Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette
Feels like I might mess it up
Close your eyes
Don't wait for me again
Like a pink evening at dusk
That cold sky I once saw is gone
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
Close your eyes
Don't wait for me again
Like a pink evening at dusk
That cold sky I once saw is gone
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
(On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white)
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
(Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette, feels like I might mess it up)
The ghost of the night turns to flowers in the morning, floating away
(On a drizzly morning, the window glass reflects strangely white)
Tracing the clouds, I think of you sleeping, floating away
(Not feeling it, so I put away my cigarette, feels like I might mess it up)