Akeboshi

This is a rainy city, formerly a beautiful and legendary port city
Now ruins stand here, and it overflows with people that pester you for change

In a house where a student with different colored skin lives
Is where I've settled down; Only half a year has passed since that rainy day
I walked on because of the stubborn sound of the bell
I'll find us on a stone-paved road

Walking in the rain I've been told today
never wanna see you again.
I feel like I'm still wet in this tiny room
why should I pretend to be high.
I walk to Green Fish to listen to the sound of silence.
A man who plays the harp gently shakes my hand
and he leads me in to the story of him.

I headed up ahead for a cafe on the edge of town, not finding a song I want to hear
My cold heart melts with the smell of the soup and the Celtic tones
I wonder how many times I've been saved by the conversations of the round old man that picks herbs?
The heading on the newspaper on the table somehow projects what's outside

I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't hear your voice
I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't feel the same

This is a rainy city, formerly a beautiful and legendary port city
Now ruins stand here, and it overflows with people that pester you for change
If there is a god, then let him show himself on this land