Spring juice is raging and the rain is slightly drunk

Drizzle of asphalt

I walked through the rain

It's like walking through trivial past events

Every rain, every rain

Both leave scratches in the hair

Those who cover the pain with an umbrella

People who are not drenched in the past

People hurrying through

At the moment, they all seem strange

And strange beyond

It's all endless raindrops

They are unscrupulous

Let the spring morning that should have been sunny

Flooded into a turbulent ocean of spring juice