Old, old, old
Vintage town walls
Short, broken
Silent and mysterious
Occasionally, a group of rambunctious children
Gathered around the big yard in front of the old house
Why was there a girl with a grudge
The image is still hovering alone with sadness
How I would like to stay with you
and chat with you for a while
It seems to be raining all over the world
How is there still a girl with a rouge-like face
Wandering alone in the rainy alleys with an umbrella in her hands
It seems as if the shadows are lengthening
The sky is not sunset
The whole world seems to be The air is filled with the scent of rouge
Ancient and old
Vintage town walls
Short and broken
Silent and mysterious
Occasionally, a group of crazy and playful children
Gathered around the big yard in front of the old house
How can there be another girl with a grudge
The image is still on the disk alone.
That image is still hovering alone with sadness
I would like to stay with you
and talk to you for a while
It seems to be raining all over the world
How come there is still a rouge girl
Wandering in the rainy alleys with an umbrella
It seems as if the shadows are lengthening
The sky does not have sunset
There is no sunset. The whole world seems to be filled with the scent of rouge.