What does morning dew know
“It’s cold isn’t it” it starts to say
I don’t know of the tears you’re blubbering away

What does the night light know
“You’ve slept” it starts to say
From afar I dried all your tears away

For me you raised a white umbrella
You stabbed me with a red umbrella

Without me knowing we were through
“goodbye” you muttered in agony alone
without me consenting to anything

For me you raised a white umbrella
You stabbed me with a red umbrella

Have your hopes been granted?
When I sing in the rain with a black umbrella

~ Nakayama Akira