The red, blooming petals on the wayside
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Are dyed by rain again today
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Children passing by splash in shallow puddles as they run home
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When a single droplet falls
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My heart overflows with a single droplet
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You taught me how to count the sounds of the rain
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I walked so that the book in my left hand that I borrowed from the school library would not get wet
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If I was sad, I looked up into the sky because of your words
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Dropping by to the rooftop of the tall school, I saw the hazy scenery
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And the faded town, the green color of an umbrella looked pretty amidst the red
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When the raindrops drip
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My heart trembles in the raindrops
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You wrote down how to trace the scars
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Even though the train crossing a misty bridge over the river in the distance is shaking, it is quiet here
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When I realized I couldn't reach it, I had your words
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People can't ever hope to fly in the sky
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Instead, the tears they shed now ascend to the heavens and return as rain
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The western wind blows, the clouds float, and the face of thrush peeps outs in the shade of a tree
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Stand still, look, a faint shadow spreads out next to me
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And here light comes to us
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The gray rifts between the clouds split and a golden curtain falls
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A rainbow bridges the sky and chases the flying birds
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If that girl runs over there, there's someone waiting for her
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With outreached hands the last raindrop falls
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Your overflowing tears dry and a smile returns
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Across the bridge the sky is dyed in crimson
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Tomorrow, catch the sunlight in your open umbrella
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And return the tears someone shed to the sky
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