The unfinished timbre of Garnet Crow and the Chinese translation of the last rain in summer.

Long rain in late summer (long rain in late 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