Voice fading away in the long rain, I stop and gaze upon the town
The hazy sky somehow turns into a beautiful, nostalgic place
You were always by my side, weren’t you? Even on days when we stood still in sudden rain
Suddenly, memories of past landscapes and taking shelter under the trees come to mind
Small and childish, it was just like someone
Who cried at the drop of a hat
April rain wets its wings,
The skylark still unable to fly.
It huddles in the shallow cold of spring, waiting for time to pass.
Seeds of sunlight, faint dreams, accompanied by a song until they can take flight
Towards the distant gap in the sky, unaware of the name of May’s flowers for now
A voice calling out with long shadows
a night when time stood still and we looked at the stars
Words exchanged before sleep, things I don’t want to lose
Small and childish, it was always
Crying, wanting you by its side
With every irreplaceable thing
sinking into warmth
Huddling in the cold of a passing shower, unable to start walking
Only one thing I can’t let go of
Tucked away in my bag
Even now, relying on the warmth of my right hand and a song I remember
The distant rumble of thunder
A sign of the spring storm’s invitation
Someday, we saw the same scenery here
April rain sways in the wind
The skylark now looks up at the sky
Yielding to the shallow cold of spring spreading its wings
Only one thing I can’t let go of
Tucked away in my bag
Towards the distant gap in the sky, towards the blooming May
Without even opening my umbrella