On a clear morning, I will follow the routine and take the subway here, but I always feel like I don't belong here.
The sound of thunder, the clouds are a bit thick. How come the rain you left behind hasn't fallen yet.
Man'yōshū, Volume 11, Number 2513.
What am I longing for, who am I admiring, in the end I can't convey it, it's just wishful thinking.
If one day in the future, I can walk more steadily and further, then go see her.
That would be good enough, right?
It doesn't matter even if it's pouring rain
It doesn't matter even if we get soaked
You, who splashes water, are fading away
Because mornings come early in the back alleys
I'll catch you before that happens
Don't go, don't go
That's what I'm saying
- Motohiro Hata "Rain"