Lyrics for Hump Back - Steam
Lyrics for Hump Back - Steam
It's raining, and the distance from the station to the cram school
is a running distance.
Suddenly, a black umbrella is handed to me.
A girl says "thank you" while worrying about her hair.
On a cold winter day, the stove is on,
and I'm doing math that I can't understand.
The teacher is dozing.
In the room, the sound of raindrops dripping echoes,
and the teacher is dozing.
Even though it's so cold outside, the fragile classroom
is enveloped in warmth.
The sound of raindrops dripping.
That person, soaked to the skin,
holds a snack in his hand and asks, "Shall we have some tea?"
It looked like flowers had bloomed.
The steam from the kettle looked strangely white.
Even though it was so cold outside, the fragile classroom
was enveloped in warmth.
The sound of the clock ticking.
That person stopped coming by.
The red charm I forgot to give him was waiting longingly
at the bottom of my bag.
Spring is already here.
I opened the half-broken door and asked,
"Shall we have some tea?" as I put the kettle down.
I laughed at the person whose glasses were fogging up from the steam.
The black umbrella hanging on the shoe rack again today.
Spring is already here...
It's raining, and the distance from the station to the cram school
is a running distance.
Suddenly, a black umbrella is handed to me.
A girl says "thank you" while worrying about her hair.
On a cold winter day, the stove is on,
and I'm doing math that I can't understand.
The teacher is dozing.
In the room, the sound of raindrops dripping echoes,
and the teacher is dozing.
Even though it's so cold outside, the fragile classroom
is enveloped in warmth.
The sound of raindrops dripping.
That person, soaked to the skin,
holds a snack in his hand and asks, "Shall we have some tea?"
It looked like flowers had bloomed.
The steam from the kettle looked strangely white.
Even though it was so cold outside, the fragile classroom
was enveloped in warmth.
The sound of the clock ticking.
That person stopped coming by.
The red charm I forgot to give him was waiting longingly
at the bottom of my bag.
Spring is already here.
I opened the half-broken door and asked,
"Shall we have some tea?" as I put the kettle down.
I laughed at the person whose glasses were fogging up from the steam.
The black umbrella hanging on the shoe rack again today.
Spring is already here...
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