雨の歌よ

I've grown accustomed to wishing I'd lived faster then. O song of the rain, when it falls, will it wash away all? ah ah ah
Without turning back, without hesitation. Depressed, unable to go back to the front. Punishment for not living together. Timid with beauty. Forced to accept unbelievable time. To mediocre poetry. Could you have lived? Maybe. You can't live. Could you live? Not even alive.
Those who say they love ordinary death and those who swear they cannot forgive. I can't go back. I can never go back. But you didn't want that because you were alive. The rain is wrong. Please, wet the city. Wash away without a trace. This city and its people bother me. I just want to sleep in an empty city, without waking up.
O song of the rain,O song of the rain,O song of the rain,O song of the rain.