The umbrella blocks the rubbish rain from the crying sky
The town is blind; no one questions, like clowns
Again, you spit at the umbrella
I didn't look, but your voice sunk to a drone
We didn't hear anyone, but he felt the rain
He took my hand, and toward the tower...
We ran
"Someday, that picture-book-sky will come..."
You promised me, in a soft voice
In that moment, the rain went away
And our sadnesses, too, were forgotten
Crumbling, heading somewhere up a spiral staircase
Stained with black as thе dripping rain echoes
I was almost crying, and to softly comfort me
You laughеd, grabbed my hand again, and ran
Chasing a white shadow, it runs past a row of cages
There's no time to look for reason...
Nor any desire
My hand trembles, but I hear your voice
So instead, I just watch your back
In the dark, the gears laugh
Look, a gentle breeze brushes your cheek
The white shadow went far ahead, and sadly disappeared
It smelled of rust and we were stained all black, but soon the colors began to brighten
We heard a voice from somewhere, in a tone we had forgotten
At the end of the spiral staircase was a very small door
Dusty from waiting
There... we saw perhaps everything
Flowers blooming in every color, and a deep blue sky
If you saw me, I was crying... I don't need anything more
And the most precious, picture-book-sky
So that returning it to its rightful place would not be forgotten
You gave me a quickly-made bouquet
And as we laughed, I leant on your shoulder
At the end of the world, the umbrella is raised
And as long as there's such a world as this, it will be fine
It won't be sad, not when I'm by your side...
On top of the umbrella where flowers bloomed
With faces filled with joy
A pair sleeps softly together...