High-rise buildings, in the whereabouts of bleeding light
Wetting my shoulders and walking
On a rainy Monday
The night goes on vaguely
A ferry whistle rushes into the city in the distance
Focusing on the rhythm of the waves
A long winter keeps them away
From lips that passed each other
Sad scenery is spilled
The shadows that surrounded the street
Float in the forgotten remains
At night, when the starlight does not reach
In the morning coming soon
You too will be reflected in the drops falling rеpeatedly
And will be washеd away, as I look on
Two people who met somewhere, someday
When I was struck by your uncertain swaying image
Remembering you from a distant journey
The pebbles of light that burst through the night
Illuminate the illusion
At least in a dream, I want to hug you and sleep
Wetting my shoulders and walking
On a rainy Monday
The night goes on vaguely
A ferry whistle rushes into the city in the distance
Focusing on the rhythm of the waves
A long winter keeps them away
From lips that passed each other
Sad scenery is spilled
The shadows that surrounded the street
Float in the forgotten remains
At night, when the starlight does not reach
In the morning coming soon
You too will be reflected in the drops falling rеpeatedly
And will be washеd away, as I look on
Two people who met somewhere, someday
When I was struck by your uncertain swaying image
Remembering you from a distant journey
The pebbles of light that burst through the night
Illuminate the illusion
At least in a dream, I want to hug you and sleep
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