Raindrops   furidasu ame   nante kirei na no
Soodasui mitai ni ne   machi no akubi wo [bad word] no

Santsubu   kazoete   ootsubu no wo   odeko de kyacchi
Ame wa   watashi ni [bad word] yo

Kitto   gotsubume wa ne   kotori no minitiara
Sou ne   nanatsubume wa   densen no pendantotoppu

Hattsubu   matsuge ni   kyuutsubume wa   happa to dansu
Koi shichatta no kana   juutsubume ja mada wakaranai no

Twenty rabu
Mada awai
Yume wa suisaiga demo
Niji wo kaku fude wa
Kono mune ni [bad word] yo

Teardrops   kobosanai de   minna   kasa ga nai no
Sotto   ame ga arau yo   ichibyou mae no ashiato

Mou sugu   juuhattsubu   houseki mitai na mizutama
Koi no tsudzuki wa ne   nijuu kazoetara [bad word] kana

Kirari
Kono yume ni
Hikari wo agetai kara
Amagumo [bad word] te wo
Poketto kara dasu yo

Twenty rabu
Nada awai
Yume wa suisaiga demo
Niji wo kaku fude wa
Konno mune ni [bad word] yo

Kirari
Kono yume ni
Hikari wo agetai kara
Amagumo [bad word] te wo
Poketto kara dasu yo
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Early Summer Rain 20 Love

The raindrops begin to fall. Somehow, they’re kind of pretty.
They seem like soda water; they put an end to the city’s yawning.

Count out three drops – I’ll catch the big ones on my forehead.
The rain strikes up a conversation with me.

I’m sure the fifth drop means a little bird’s mini-tiara.
That’s right, the seventh drop means a power line’s pendant and chain.

Eight drops – on my eyelashes. The ninth drop is a dance with flowers.
Maybe I’ve fallen in love. With the tenth drop, I still don’t know.

Twenty, love.
It’s still faint.
This dream is a watercolor picture,
But the pen that draws the rainbow
Is inside my heart.

Don’t let your teardrops fall down; no one has an umbrella.
Softly, the rain washes away the footprints from a second ago.

In just a little, there’ll be eighteen drops. The dots seem like jewels.
Maybe I’ll know whether or not love will go on when there are twenty.

With a flash,
I want to give
light to this dream,
So the hands that split up the rain [bad word] out of my pockets.

Twenty, love.
It’s still faint.
This dream is a watercolor picture,
But the pen that draws the rainbow
Is inside my heart.

With a flash,
I want to give
light to this dream,
So the hands that split up the rain [bad word] out of my pockets.