Chapter 8 rain lane

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone wandering in the long, long And the lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet like a lilac A girl with a grudge. she has the color of lilac, smells like cloves, A sorrow like a lilac, mourn in the rain, Sad and hesitant. She wandered in the lonely rain lane, oil paper umbrella like me, like me, walk silently, Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. she approached silently approached, cast again Breathing eyes, she floats by like a dream Sad and confused like a dream. drifting like a dream a lilac field, This girl floats beside me; She quietly far away, far away,

To the crumbling fence, Walk through this rainy alley. In the lamentation of the rain, faded her color, Scattered her fragrance, dissipated, even her breathless eyes, Lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone wandering in the long, long And the lonely rainy alley, I hope to float by like a lilac A girl with a grudge.