Plastic Tree
Ame ni Utaeba [if I were to sing in the rain]
---------------------------------------------
The sky is lower than usual. I become a bit lonely.
I'm walking head-down.
Raidrops have fallen. They become round marks.
Leaving a grey street.
Under an umbrella, I smile, hiding so I can't be seen.
It pours incessantly.
If I were to "sing in the rain"
I'd dance about and everything before my eyes would blur.
Threads of rain. The color of tears.
(Who is it crying for?)
My left shoulder is getting wet.
I've enclosed everything in a frame made from my hands.
So today is like viewing an old-fashioned movie.
Under an umbrella, I hear the sound of rain, softly one by one.
It pours incessantly.
If I were to "sing in the rain"
I'd dance about and everything before my eyes would blur.
It pours incessantly.
If I were to "sing in the rain"
I'd dance about and everything before my eyes would blur.
Small round flowers are left by the raindrops,
On the street, they bloom and spread until it is filled.
They bloom and spread.
They bloom and spread...
 oldwatermelon · Wed Oct 20, 2004 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments |
