Into a purely white notebook I start to write down my memories of you (with a pen)
Outside the window the rain falls like on that day, non-stop since yesterday
It falls on forever, knocking at the window

Drip, drop, one, two
Outside the gently shaking window
The weather forecast predicted rain, did you take an umbrella as you went out?

“Goodbye today’s sunshine”, I repeat several times
If I looked up to the sky, I might see a grain of light
Ordinary days, orchestra of echoes of the tunes rain plays

I wasn’t surprised at all to find you in the middle of town where the sinners come and go
Cherry tree leaves, wet from the early summer rain, and I, waiting for you to come
A cat, all wet and shrivelling, joining you

They look like Hydrangeas
The umbrellas of the street houses which bloom vividly
Your brightly red vinyl umbrella that dyed your profile red

The birds in the shade of the trees are tired of waiting for the sky
But...I don’t hate this rain
Folding one umbrella, I invite you to stand underneath my little umbrella

The cold air prevents us from standing apart, because of the distance our fingertips touch lightly
You wear your hair tied up today, yesterday, you had looked more adult
Dye my ordinary days

As I put down the pen, the rain has stopped. Unnoticed, the sky has started flowing
You certainly knew about
the lies I told you, right? From the beginning.

Our mistakes have flown with the rain, soon, we will also be washed away
I won’t be found in the picture full of luck you draw
I, who used to be reflected in your eyes
I hadn’t been surprised at all to find you in the middle of town where the sinners come and go

Cherry tree leaves, wet from the early summer rain, and I, waiting for you who is not there
With my eyes closed, I smell your scent in the wind