When I opened the window, the sky looked heavy
The weather forecast said it will rain tonight, even.
With my change of clothes and a bag,
I look for a shop that has a mood of style to it.
"Why don't you have a parasol?" Someone asked me.
I answer simply, "Is there rain?"
A wonderful chance encounter, such a sweet meeting
When I'm drunk, I shall dream
You have that look. Is he late?
I look at my watch, it's getting rather late
The owner of this bar is so nice, so wise
Offers me a spare parasol
That's not the parasol! I will be waiting;
Even if I stop breathing. I want meet him.
Someday, he will come.
You tied this red string around my finger.
I want to use a parasol
So that both of us can walk under it.
My good man, why are you?
It's not untill our passonate meeting,
When I'm drunk, I shall dream