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32-kaliber Pistol
There is humid "early-summer rain" tonight.
This rare-like instinct aches almost emptily.
The 32-caliber, cold and heavy pistol
Hidden in my desk drawer and covered in dust.
This 6-mat room always
Repeats that night from seven years ago.
I'm cornered by the fact I looked away
Never went forward, and lost all direction.
When I was a child, I was always, always alone.
I wanted you to notice when I was in pain and cried.
I see the faces of the father and mother that abandoned me,
And cry for so many nights, so many nights ...screaming.
There is humid "early-summer rain" tonight.
This rare-like instinct aches almost emptily.
And the hobby* I'm addicted to will end today, too.
My heart is likely to break in gushes and gushes!
Although I easily got used to being neglected,
I can't help but move with hesitation
If I were born again, if I could find more happiness than I have now at that time...
I, who was raised with the love of a mother too kind and a father prone to worrying,
Hated my own cowardice, my weakness...
When I was a child, I was always, always alone.
I wanted you to notice when I was in pain and cried.
I see the faces of the father and mother that abandoned me,
And cry for so many nights, so many nights ...screaming.
Our three hands will hold each other one day. And we will live here together again.
You said that, so I always waited for you.
But why didn't you come back for me? I was waiting... the whole time...
(It is said the boy who continued to believe ironically returned to his parents' origin five days later in the afternoon)
32-kaliber Pistol
There is humid "early-summer rain" tonight.
This rare-like instinct aches almost emptily.
The 32-caliber, cold and heavy pistol
Hidden in my desk drawer and covered in dust.
This 6-mat room always
Repeats that night from seven years ago.
I'm cornered by the fact I looked away
Never went forward, and lost all direction.
When I was a child, I was always, always alone.
I wanted you to notice when I was in pain and cried.
I see the faces of the father and mother that abandoned me,
And cry for so many nights, so many nights ...screaming.
There is humid "early-summer rain" tonight.
This rare-like instinct aches almost emptily.
And the hobby* I'm addicted to will end today, too.
My heart is likely to break in gushes and gushes!
Although I easily got used to being neglected,
I can't help but move with hesitation
If I were born again, if I could find more happiness than I have now at that time...
I, who was raised with the love of a mother too kind and a father prone to worrying,
Hated my own cowardice, my weakness...
When I was a child, I was always, always alone.
I wanted you to notice when I was in pain and cried.
I see the faces of the father and mother that abandoned me,
And cry for so many nights, so many nights ...screaming.
Our three hands will hold each other one day. And we will live here together again.
You said that, so I always waited for you.
But why didn't you come back for me? I was waiting... the whole time...
(It is said the boy who continued to believe ironically returned to his parents' origin five days later in the afternoon)