The unfinished timbre of Garnet Crow and the Chinese translation of the last rain in summer.
A short sleep is not enough.
I'm sure I'll get into trouble again in the same place, so I can't move forward.
The vacillating reality is also a festival parade made by happiness without substance.
Although you know what you want
But I can't help feeling warm.
The long rain in late summer
Beat prayers in this world
Thinking about your feelings.
As long as you can indulge in it
Wouldn't it be nice to let it evolve?
Embedding endless Zen questions and answers into chain reasoning
Why do you think you should move on again?
Can't you just pretend not to see it and give up?
Accept every day without obstacles
If you can think like this, it will obviously be easier …
The long rain in late summer
Why are you so confused?
Entrust to the feelings that you can't give up.
Even if you fall?
If sadness can be turned into tenderness
The long rain in late summer
Know that it will clear up one day.
Don't want to forget, don't want to put everything down.
I vaguely remember having a slight dizziness.
The long rain in late summer
Beat prayers in this world
Thinking about your feelings.
As long as you can indulge in it
Wouldn't it be nice to let it evolve?
Unfinished timbre (unfinished timbre)
Never let go of this hand
Never look back.
Will be punished one day.
For someone who can't even make a wish.
The day when we went to the dark country together.
Even your warmth-
Still in the world.
If you put your ear to the ground and close your eyes gently,
You should feel it, too
The cycle of fate.
Even if it's only once, embrace hope.
Dancing in your hands
Unfinished timbre
No staring at each other, no escape from the darkness.
There is no way to surpass it.
A deep sin that overlaps two people.
A naive and insatiable desire to trust each other.
It seems that I have finished my work busily.
Disappear from the world
Can't sing any more
Even if you are loved by others.
This rotting corpse.
Come to me and let me wait. ...
No staring at each other, no escape from the darkness.
There is no way to surpass it.
A deep sin that overlaps two people.
A naive and insatiable desire to trust each other.
It seems that I have finished my work busily.
Disappear from the world