The wings I received from you are tear-colored wings
They might be fickle or weak but they will never break
Cross over the green hill, break through the silver clouds
I have no limits because I am living in the sky of this world
The things we lost, the important things, us, who are unprotected
I’m praying that someday the shadow of your smile will become sunny
Time goes on, the end of today comes along as any other
I say, “See you later” to your back as you walk away,
But the truth is, there is no “later”
The red, blooming petals on the wayside
Are dyed by rain again today
Children passing by splash in shallow puddles as they run home
When a single droplet falls
My heart overflows with a single droplet
You taught me how to count the sounds of the rain