The great umbrella covering the earth
A tower is built in the center
A mass of machinery that props it up
As one would expect, the villages below get no sun
And are tormented by leaks called "rain."
But the people do not question
For it is commonplace
It means nothing
It is simply "law."
The umbrella deceived the sun, and the sky was crying
And the town, blind, suspects nothing
You faced the umbrella and spit at it
It sank into the rain, and wе were left silеnt
We didn't hear anyone
But he grasped the rain
He took my hand, and toward the umbrella...
We ran
Together, we made a promise:
"We'll go see that sky we've only seen in storybooks..."
And in that moment, the rain seemed to go away
And our sadnesses, too, were forgotten
Struggling together through recurring rain
The two reached the umbrella tower
The great double doors would hardly budge
But the couple would not be rejected
Not everyone can enter
Key or not, it seems it would mean nothing
On the other side of that door
As we head somewhere up a crumbling spiral staircase
We're stained black among the dripping rain's echo
And I, about to cry, was softly comforted
For you, ever so gentle, took my hand
Chasing after a white shadow
It ran ahead past a row of cages
But there's no time to look for reason...
Nor any desire
My hands trembling, you were there to support them
And with such aid, I could only watch out for you
Melted into the darkness, the gears laugh
But, look; a gentle breeze brushes your cheek
"The wind is blowing..."
The girl said
The boy quietly acknowledged her
Nothing could stop their feet
It seemed they had come far
Yet it seemed as if they had only just begun running
The two were hopelessly small
No one found any trace of them
No one found any trace of them
Soon we could chase the white shadow no more
And though seeming very sad, it disappeared
Though smelling of rust and stained of black
At last, the colors began to brighten
It seemed as if we could hear a voice from somewhere
Perhaps our imagination, perhaps we'd just forgot
And lying at the end of the spiral staircase
Was but a very small door
Covered with dust, waiting all along
"Open it."
"Okay..."
There... it seemed we saw perhaps everything
Flowers blooming in every color, and a deep blue sky
In this captivating world, just the two of us...
I don't need anything more
And the sky that had been but locked in storybooks;
So returning it to its place might 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, all 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...