Raindrops, Somehow it’s beautiful when the rain begins to pour.
It’s just like soda water, right? The town stops yawning.

Counting 3 drops, I catch a large one on my forehead.
The rain’s talking to me.

Surely the 5th one’s a birdie’s mini tiara, right?
That’s right. The 7th one’s a power line’s pendant top.

8 drops on my eyelashes. The 9th one dances with the leaves.
Will they fall in love? I still don’t know about the 10th one.

20 Love,
It’s still faint.
Dreams are watercolor paintings but,
The brush which paints rainbows,
Exists right here in my heart.

Teardrops, Don’t shed tears. Doesn’t everyone have an umbrella?
The rain will gently wash away the footprints from a một giây ago.

Very soon it’s 18 drops, jewel-like polka dots.
tình yêu goes on, right? If I count to 20, will I understand?

Flash,
Because I want to
Shine light upon this dream,
I take my hand out of my pocket
To make a promise with the rain clouds.

20 Love,
It’s still faint.
Dreams are watercolor paintings but,
The brush which paints rainbows,
Exists right here in my heart.

Flash,
Because I want to
Shine light upon this dream,
I take my hand out of my pocket
To make a promise with the rain clouds.