The memory of early summer, the season of hydrangeas.
You tried to walk away without holding up an umbrella,
Your receding figure, lapis lazuli-coloured scent, I was calling out to you.
Goodbye comes along like a squall,
The faint warmth is because of you.
You say it's for our sake and wave your hand.
The rain of emotion streams down my cheek.
When I tried to hide my wet eyelids,
The sound of your heartbeat trembled in the silence.
What should I have said, what should I have tried to tell you?
I couldn't have notices, so...
The rain that fell from the cloudy sky,
Are these drops for hiding my sadness and teary eyes?
Holding an umbrella, I covered my eyes with my hand, and cast them down.
I looked up at the transparet sky.
The heartbeats that resound and blend, they no longer exist.
I held my fingers up above my head,
I can't reach that precious flicker and that voice.
We can't go back to the way we were at that time.
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