Itsu kara ka furi dashita
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
Yaseta chi he to otome totsugi bara wo tsunda
Mama mitai ni watashimo utsukushiku oiteyuku
Yamayama ni hibiku uta ha anata no kokyou he
Chiisana shiawase ga tada tsuzukeba ii
Itsu kara ka furi dashita
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
Ashita totsugu musume mo anata wo aishiteiru
Kotori yo kikoeru? Itoshii hito ha tatakatta
Aragai wa kokoro wo ete buki wo suteta
Eien wo kachi totte
Kono tani ni mata hana ga saku you ni
Hyaku nen saki made mo anata no kaeri wo machi
Bara wo tsumou
Itsu kara ka furi dashita
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
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Flower-picking Maiden ~Rose Valley~
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.
The married maiden, gathered Roses in the lean ground.
Like mother, I will too grow old beautiful.
The song that echoes in the mountains, in your house...
It is ok if the small happiness continues.
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.
Even though tomorrow I get married with the maiden, I love you!
Small bird, can you hear? Beloved humans fight.
Disagreement got the heart abandon the weapons.
Win the eternity, it is like the flowers bloom again in this Valley...
Even if 100 years pass, I will still be waiting your return to gather Roses!
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
Yaseta chi he to otome totsugi bara wo tsunda
Mama mitai ni watashimo utsukushiku oiteyuku
Yamayama ni hibiku uta ha anata no kokyou he
Chiisana shiawase ga tada tsuzukeba ii
Itsu kara ka furi dashita
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
Ashita totsugu musume mo anata wo aishiteiru
Kotori yo kikoeru? Itoshii hito ha tatakatta
Aragai wa kokoro wo ete buki wo suteta
Eien wo kachi totte
Kono tani ni mata hana ga saku you ni
Hyaku nen saki made mo anata no kaeri wo machi
Bara wo tsumou
Itsu kara ka furi dashita
Gin iro no ame ni hana wa kare hajime
Ano hito wo tsure satta hagane no roba
Nibasha wa yureteita
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Flower-picking Maiden ~Rose Valley~
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.
The married maiden, gathered Roses in the lean ground.
Like mother, I will too grow old beautiful.
The song that echoes in the mountains, in your house...
It is ok if the small happiness continues.
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.
Even though tomorrow I get married with the maiden, I love you!
Small bird, can you hear? Beloved humans fight.
Disagreement got the heart abandon the weapons.
Win the eternity, it is like the flowers bloom again in this Valley...
Even if 100 years pass, I will still be waiting your return to gather Roses!
Whenever this silver rain falls, flowers start withering.
They stole that man"s steel donkey - they swinged his cart.