Whenever I hear the sound of rain breaking in the distance like the ocean's roar,
it brings this strange feeling.
Always frolicking, you run away and return;
if time could stop in a moment like that... I wish for that quietly.
If that chance encounter was a miracle, I wonder if that wish could be granted once more.
Just for a little while, just like this, right here,
taking shelter from the rain under a great tree.
I gazed at the sky, the clouds were laughing
while they sprinkled tomorrows spilling from both hands.
Time pours out and noisily dissolves;
inside a bus that faces into the distance, alone, I closed my eyes.
I wonder who it is looking through the window with a laughing, festive face.
In the place where everything is,
we saw the same dream, didn't we? Taking shelter from the rain.
O miraculous encounter, ever
be within the palm of my hand.
The illusion still smiles--
swaying beneath a great tree, in that place.