Jully/Namari no Ame

Namari no Ame
(Lead Rain)

Jully

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Sabitsuita yoru ni saita hana manjushage Kuchite iku heishi te mukerareta akai hana Haritsuita asa ni chitta hana manjushage Koware dasu sekai utawareta requiem Mayoeru hitsuji to hagare ochiru inochitachi ni Ikiru ka shinu ka no sentakushi nado hana kara nai Asahi wo shizumeta chiisana sono te de Sariyuku ashita ni azuketa kibou Nakinagara miokutta Namari no ame ga boku wo tsuranuku subete ubaitotte Namari no ame ni miageta sora wa hiniku na hodo ni aoi Sayonara mo ienaide eiyuu ni naru kurai nara Boku wa kami ni tsuba wo haki Sore demo ikitai to sakebu darou Asahi wo shizumeta chiisana sono te de Sariyuku ashita ni ukabeta miren Nakinagara koroshita Itsumo senjou kara nigedashitai to omou yowasa wa aku desu ka Tagatame ni suteru inochi Motsu tsuyosa ga seigi desu ka Namari no ame ga boku wo tsuranuku subete ubaitotte Namari no ame ni miageta sora wa hiniku na hodo ni aoi Sayonara mo ienaide eiyuu ni naru kurai nara Boku wa kami ni tsuba wo haki Sore demo ikitai to sakebu Itsuka mata kurikaesu sono oroka na koui ni Nani wo tatae nani wo yorokobi Saigo ni wa nani ga nokoru darou

A flower blooming on a rusted night: red spider lily A rotting soldier, a red flower of resistance A flower falling on a sticky morning: red spider lily A world that's breaking, a requiem sung For the lost sheep and torn-down lives There was never a choice of whether to live or to die As that small hand sank the morning sun I gave up my hopes to tomorrow And saw them off in tears This lead rain goes right through me, stealing everything It's ironic how blue the sky is as I look up through the lead rain If I had to be a hero without getting a chance to say goodbye I'd probably spit at God And scream, "I still want to keep living!" As that small hand sank the morning sun I saw my regrets in tomorrow And killed them off in tears Is it evil to be weak and want to run from the battlefield? Is it right to have the courage To throw away your life for someone else? This lead rain goes right through me, stealing everything It's ironic how blue the sky is as I look up through the lead rain If I had to be a hero without getting a chance to say goodbye I'd spit at God And scream, "I still want to keep living!" In that foolish act that will someday be repeated What should we praise and what should we rejoice in? And in the end, what will remain?