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8th of June, it's been raining since morning
Peeking out by the window, the sound of trickling rain
In the quiet rhythm, the common days are carved
In spite of this, I can't offer anything to you
Once, I thought it would come, and continued to watch for it
The second time, I didn't expect it to arrive; today which can't be replaced.
In this wide sky, the quiet curtain falls.
We'll go anywhere, to places we don't know, we'll run out of breath, anywhere
Someday, pretending that we can't hear, we don't want to recognize each other
7th of June, the skies still haven't cleared
Can you see the cloudy 'blue sky' from above
Once, I thought it would come, and continued to stare
The second time, I didn't expect it to arrive; today which can't be replaced.
In this wide sky, the quiet curtain falls.
We'll go anywhere, to places we don't know, we'll run out of breath, anywhere
Someday, pretending that we can't hear, we feel sorrow
The colour of hydrangeas is reflected in the dusk, palely, faintly, yieldingly
I closed my eyes and bathed in the June rain
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