Blue Rain | 梅雨前線
dream pop, psychedelic folk, soft shoegaze, rainy midnight atmosphere, submerged vocals, delicate piano, reverb soaked clean guitar, acoustic guitar strumming, tambourine percussion only, no drum kit, no snare, no kick drum, humid room ambience, blurred textures, wistful, melancholic, Japanese indie, hazy, lo-fi texture, 114 BPM, catchy melody
Blue Rain | 梅雨前線
dream pop, psychedelic folk, soft shoegaze, rainy midnight atmosphere, submerged vocals, delicate piano, reverb soaked clean guitar, acoustic guitar strumming, tambourine percussion only, no drum kit, no snare, no kick drum, humid room ambience, blurred textures, wistful, melancholic, Japanese indie, hazy, lo-fi texture, 114 BPM, catchy melody
Lyrics
(English and translation provided below.)
Verse 1
換気扇が夜を削る
濡れたシャツは椅子に懸かったまま
開けない窓
ぼやけた高架線
最終の音、闇を切り裂く
Chorus
梅雨前線が日々を覆って コンクリの壁が流す涙 そっと指先でなぞってみても胸の痛みは乾かないまま
Verse 2
冷蔵庫が低く唸る
ごめんねと打ってまた閉じるだけ
スモールライトが眩しい午前三時
雨の音がまた激しくなった
Chorus
梅雨前線が街を覆ってカーテン越しの明かりが滲む
目を閉じれば浮かぶ笑顔
季節は過ぎる 取り残されたまま
Bridge
湿ったタオル
曇った鏡
部屋に浮かんでる言えなかった言葉
Chorus
梅雨前線が停滞して また同じ夢を見てしまいそう
朝になれば薄れていくのにあたしの心はあの日そのまま
Verse 1
The ventilation fan scrapes away the night
A wet shirt still hangs over the chair
A window that stays shut
The blurred lines of the elevated tracks
The sound of the last train tears through the dark
Chorus
The seasonal rain front covers our days, and the concrete walls shed tears.
Even if I gently trace them with my fingertips, the ache in my chest refuses to dry.
Verse 2
The refrigerator hums low
I type out "I'm sorry" only to close it again
The nightlight is blinding at 3:00 AM
The sound of the rain grows heavy once more
Chorus
The seasonal rain front covers the city, blurring the light through the curtains.
Closing my eyes, your smile appears.
The seasons pass, leaving me stranded behind.
Bridge
A damp towel
A fogged-up mirror
Floating in the room, the words I could never say
Chorus
The seasonal rain front stalls, and I feel like I'm bound to dream the same dream again. Even though it will fade when morning comes, my heart is still trapped in that exact day.