Soon it starts pouring,
I’m “singing in the rain”,
And as I frolic about,
everything before my eyes grows blurry ,

The threads of rain,
Tear-colored,
Who is crying?

My left shoulder is getting wet,
When I make a frame with my hands and look through,
Today looks just like a movie I saw long ago

Under my umbrella,
I listen to the sound of the rain,
each drop so gentle.