Is it a plea or a scolding?
Take a break for a moment, hold on,
Pouring out my stomach with a refreshing feeling
The girls and ladies of the ‘Gesumtsure’
I just quietly watch.
Sticking close to mom’s back
Wide open. Clutching a bottle
Counting raindrops
The innocent first rookie kid
Dreams full of dreams, like small happiness.
Raindrops gathered by everyone beckoning
Like clear and beautiful transparency,
So white and pure
For some reason, in the drizzle,
I want to completely immerse myself.
Monotonous in leisure,
It just feels like you’re calling me,
Drawn in by the sound of that rain
Cold, cold droplets
I want to kiss her.
Just a day to pass by
The gentle rain that once fell on my chest
At last, I met again
The meaning of that downpour right now
I was able to engrave it again.
Maybe, in unexpected joy,
occasionally and inadvertently
Sometimes even a shower is beautiful,
No, I feel relieved for no reason
He was rambling nonsense.