It rains.
I get rained on.
be at a loss.
I just stand in the empty world of daylight.
Now I'm in the depths of despair.
It just started raining at this time.
Rain is mean.
The weather forecast should have said it would be sunny.
I don't have an umbrella.
It's just that you'm hit by the rain.

Lovely but fleeting sweet and heartbreaking aftertaste of love.

I had the courage to confess, but was flatly rejected.
I feel like my future plans have been washed away by the rain.

It was the first time we played together.
Did I confess too early?

I don't know you yet.
So I wanted to know you from now on.
I was prepared to be hurt in my own way if I knew you.

I wanted to be with you a little longer.
Wake up if it's a dream.
I'll pick you up any minute.

But perhaps you're being rained on, too.
You didn't have an umbrella either.

It's not too late now.
I want to be your raincoat.