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Good Evening

The world changes in song
It is evening
His echo arrives
Around the windows
 
In memory again
It's spring
And I'm looking for you where you are
 
I'd like to tell you a few words in secret
Simple words said so many times
And a wish as before
To accompany you until dawn
 
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening!
Have a good thought
 
Good evening!
And let the stars pass you by
Good evening!
On the road since I set
 
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening!
Let the sky be clear
 
Good evening!
And I'd like you to feel that though
Good evening!
You still love me a little
 
The world changes in song
It is evening
His echo arrives
Around the windows
 
In memory again
It's spring
I'm looking for you too, where are you?
 
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening!
Have a good thought
 
Good evening!
And let the stars pass you by
Good evening!
On the road since I set
 
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening!
Let the sky be clear
 
Good evening!
And I'd like you to feel that though
Good evening!
You still love me a little
 
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
Good evening! O o o o
 

The rain isn't in vain

It rained, but the rain passed
We fell into puddles.
The sun, a mighty wanderer,
Passed through the rain without realizing.
 
A child at play left
He stopped, scared of the rain.
The flowers, more tender, smile
After rain, they rise up and grow.
 
Chorus:
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't, isn't, isn't in vain
 
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't, isn't, isn't in vain
 
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't, isn't, isn't in vain
 
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't in vain
The rain isn't, isn't, isn't in vain
 
Verse 2
 
It rained, but the rain passed
We fell into puddles.
The sun, a mighty wanderer,
Passed through the rain without realizing.
 
A child at play left
He stopped, scared of the rain.
The flowers, more tender, smile
After rain, they rise up and grow.
 
Chorus