Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along along
Solitart lane in the rain,
Hoping to encounter
A girl like a bouquet of liancs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
A girl
The colour of liacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
A girl
The colour of lilacs,
The fragrance of lilacs,
With the worries of lilancs,
Feeling melancholy in the rain,
Plaintive and hesitating.
She wanders along the solitary lane in the rain,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Just as I do,
Just like me,
Walking slowly in silence,
Aloof,sad and melancholy.
Silently she comes closer,
Closer,giving me
A glance like a sigh;
Then shi floats past
Like a lilac
Floating past in a dream,
The girl floats past me;
Silently she goes further and further,
To the crumbling wall,
Out of the lane in the rain.
In the mournful melody of the rain,
Her colour has disappeared,
Vanished into the void;
Even her glance like a sign,
Melancholy like lilacs.
Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to pass
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.