バカ外人

Over the pure-white note I run my pen, starting to write down the memories I had with you
Outside the window is the rain that won't stop, from yesterday just like that day
Endlessly, repeatingly hitting the window

Drip Drip, One Two
Quietly falling outside the window
The rain just like the weather forecast said.
I wonder if you went out with your umbrella?

"Good-bye is today", had piled up countless times
If I look up at the sky, there were drops of light
The mundane everyday was played by the orchestra of the echos of the rain

Without getting lost I found was able to find you in the city with criminals coming and going
The early summer rain that wets the cherry tree leaves me waiting for you to come
The wet and withered cat piled up with you

It looks like a hydrangea, doesn't it?
The brilliantly bloomy rows of umbrellas on the street
The deep red vinyl umbrella dyed the side of your face red

The birds in the shade of the tree are tired of waiting for the sky
Unfortunately I don't like this rain
With one umbrella and many things, I invited you to my small umbrella

The cold air cut through the distance where tips of our fingers happen to touch
You tied up your hair today, and you look more like an adult than yesterday
Be tinged in the mundane everyday

The rain stops and I leave my pen on the desk. At some point the sky has started to flow
The lies I made to you,
Surely you knew. From the start.

My mistakes are washed away with the rain, eventually, I too am washed away
In the picture you draw of happiness, my figure can't be found
I, who was looked at in that way
Was able to find you without getting lost in the city with criminals coming and going
The early summer rain that wets the cherry tree leaves me, who is searching for you, Who isn't there

I close my eyes
And in the scent of the wind you are reflected