Flowers of the storm

Holding an oil paper umbrella, alone

　　Wandering in the long, long, long

　　and lonely rainy alley.

　　I hope to meet

　　A lilac-like

　　I hope to meet a lilac-like girl with sorrow.

　　She has the

　　lilac-like color, lilac-like

　　lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like

　　lilac-like sorrow.

　　Mourning in the rain.

　　She mourns and wanders.

　　She wanders in this lonely rainy alley.

　　Holding an oil paper umbrella

　　Like me.

　　Like me

　　Walking in silence

　　Cold, forlorn, and melancholy.

　　She silently approached.

　　Approaching, and casting

　　a gaze like a breath

　　She drifts by

　　like a dream.

　　Like a dream of poignant confusion.

　　Like a dream drifting through

　　A branch of lilac.

　　This girl drifted by me.

　　She was far away in silence, far away

　　to the decaying hedge wall.

　　She walked through the rainy alley.

　　In the dirge of the rain

　　She has lost her color.

　　Her fragrance is scattered.

　　Dissipated, even her

　　breath-like gaze

　　lilac-like melancholy.

　　Holding an oil paper umbrella, alone

　　wandering in the long, long, long

　　and silent rainy lane.

　　I hope to drift past

　　A lilac-like

　　A girl with sorrow.