I want to rain, cleanse the night glass Dave the black, destroying his drops I want to get rain, strip the Nodon Crow Old House Spring Spring I want you to get your hands with you You want to be umbrella This alley is still full of our feet When it rains, I want to seek refuge The blue roof of your wet scarf I want to count the leaves of the garden together In every line, we count the forty crows. Tail I dont want our bridge to be hidden I want our alley to rain again When it rains, I want to umbrella in the umbrella This alley is still full of the voice of our feet When it rains, I want to be a shelter
