Stepping between the raindrops...

Stepping between the raindrops, you’re
More confident than blossoming roses,
You leaving without looking back,
Leaving only magical hypnosis.

I stand now, mute, and not yours.
Why do you need tired dreams?
Yesterday's dreamy hero,
Staining the pages with inks.

Stepping between the raindrops, you’re
More confident than blossoming roses.
That you're not mad at me,
The scent of your hair told me.

All that's left is to silently look at your back,
To stroke you lower with my gaze and goodby...
For you, the man in me is still there, just as before.
Just know this, but don't think about it.

Stepping between the raindrops, you’re
More confident than blossoming roses,
You feel me looking at you,
And you think I don't see your tears...

I’ll quietly choke back my lonely tear,
Sternly swallowing the lump of farewell.
And mentally I'll ask forgiveness,
From the woman walking in the rain.

Stepping between the raindrops, you’re
More confident than blossoming roses…

Shanghai, 2026.01.11