The day certainly is not blue But is the ash Like is the beautiful blue clothes When doesn't know In Mongolia ash gauze The rain does not have because falls gently from the day Patter patter But also mixed gray loneliness
Because of rain water Has diluted in the heart loneliness This day rain Lonely grass Lonely eaves Only had the eaves to drop Unceasing bead chain Also connected Eaves and ground heart Only has the leaf surface the water drop to drop, to sprinkle Only then has moistened grass's heart
Is covering by the tissue Misty dim is dim Gauze clothes puts on which like the female celestial Also somewhat is rather lovely But more only has cannot say, says endless crying More only is said without the speech, non- language sorrow But the rain only is does not have underground because Also some who did know it does injury for who Some who did know it does burst into tears for who Perhaps rain unceasingly under That ox hair thin Embroidery needle thin All is gentle and charming America But are many is patter worrying Also some who did know the rain is worrying any Why does the rain let the person think lonelily This some who do know
In the heart is bewildered loneliness When can vanish Is because the rain or worried Or that too bad weather Or is only in the heart emotion The talent knew Because of ash day Is the deep sorrow day Thought the day is open and bright, is vast No, it is also lonely Because it is lonely In its heart lonely some who did know The rain knows Or is... ...
Turns head looks at the rain again Still is the dim earth Still is the lonely eaves and the grass Still is does not have because is getting down the rain Still is train of thought 11,000 I I still was thinking Did the rain worry for who Also did not know When in my heart starts to worry Only because is in the rain is the scenery Because in the heart is been only lonely by the raininfection
Latter records: Wrote this first poem the reason is I today the heavyrain, therefore rather thought lonely, thought of the lonely thisword, therefore has written down this first poem.
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