Irritating rain

Why, why,
there’s no point in stopping here
why, why,
facing forwards I’m walking backwards

the rain that started is in a vague state
quietly coming down into the town
with such weakness that I
don’t know whether I’ll get wet or not

if it’s going to rain
it should just rain more
because this is frustrating
I don’t say anything,
but I really want to say that
I hate it, I hate it,
just shut up

I’m living, it’s just that
occasionally I’m making a face that makes me look like I’m dead
in my chest is always
this gloomy feeling that won’t clear up

the rain that started is
in a vague state
slowly soaking into my body
just half-way
the temperature made me feel uncomfortable

if it’s sad
my tears don’t flow
if it’s fun
I don’t laugh anymore
what I really wanted to become, this isn’t it
I did nothing but run away… where is this place?

if it’s going to rain
it should just rain more
because this is frustrating
I don’t say anything,
but I really want to say that
I hate it, I hate it,
just shut up

in this town, where the rain drizzles,
in this town, where I live,
what should I do tomorrow?
if it rained more,
if I cried strongly,
even if I’m hurt, even if I’m hurt
would it be fine?