Melancholic Rain

I always recall the heavy raindrops in the afternoon.

He grasped my hand as we dashed along the path.

The mist glimmers, and I flee, trembling.

Suddenly, I wish for us to dream together.

A bit unclear, you know.

Still playfully calling me "little girl," I still feel beautiful and youthful.

Yet his heart remains closed off, a barrier in place.

His heart still holds the shadow of someone else,

Carrying the pain of a past that shaped his youth.

I want to feel anger,

I want to express it, but I can't.

She was just a girl like me...

She's gone, why can't you let go?

As time passes, the sadness deepens.

Under the bridge, there's so much real water.

The seasons have changed many times above.

What must I do to win you back?

Please don't tell me it's impossible.

Even though you once saw me as just a girl,

No matter how beautiful, she is still gentle and heart-wrenching.

No matter how much it rains, it will never wash away.

The old bridge remains; a girl still walks there.

The water flows on, and I remain foolish.

There are still many fleeting sunny moments in life.