The lukewarm raindrops cause a deep wound, even to the innocent      a lie is born   and somewhere the lie becomes something else      someday, all the words, this day and everything else will get buried in the mistake   I hold dear to me, the blue and pure memory      My hope fades away from the angry tears   even the strength to live...   in a fit of passion I go crazy with grief   and so, I pray to the setting sun      burning from the inside   crying with pain   you can not save me      the lost sense of geneosity from the angry tears, is   the love given to me as I am born   the reason for my lost heart,   Must be my own weakness...?         it is the proof of sadness, caused by absolute justice      In the lukewarm rain which does not stop...