Ware, Arubeki Basho

Rain, oh earth, where I belong, meaning, oh
Tell me I’m not alone.

In the pouring rain, I lost something, something that should’ve meant the world to me.
I’m getting hit by the sky, talking to the mud, getting all dirty, pretending to search.
I never really wanted to find it, I don’t have the confidence to.
Yet here I am, feeling anxious, why’s my heart racing?
It’s not that I’m scared of losing it, it’s not that I’m sad about what’s gone.
Right now, I just want to be dirty.
What I need now is to lose everything and feel lost.
Without asking anyone for help, I end up suffocating myself.

You’re not alone, empty sympathy, just throw it all away.
That dark sympathy is pointless, don’t expect anything in return, nothing will remain.
You’re not alone.

Searching for the meaning I should have, losing the purpose I should hold.
Rain, oh earth, where I should be, tell me when and what, who inspired me to lose my heart?
The meaning I should have right here, answer me, when and where was I attacked and lost my sight?
Rain, right here, the meaning of my existence that I seek, pour it down on this body, teach me.
The meaning I should have... the meaning I should have.

I shed tears in the rain, and the rain washes away the mud inside me.