The Seikoutoutei sky is far away. The cold rain pours. But I didn’t check the forecast. “Sing in the Rain, Rain, Rain…” “The raindrops blowing fiercely in the wind are
someone’s tear drops, aren’t they?” Even if I think that, I stay silent. I would never say that out loud. Get wet, overflow, and wash away. Because I don’t need a sad ending. You were singing under your breath, weren’t you? Who’s the umbrella that got left behind?