**Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long Solitary lane in the rain, Hoping to encounter， A girl like a bouquet of lilacs， Gnawed by anxiety and resentment. A girl The colour of lilacs, The fragrance of lilacs, With the worries of lilacs, Feeling melancholy in the rain, Plaintive and hesitating. She wanders along the solitary lane in the rain, Holding an oil-paper umbrella Just as I do, Just like me, Walking slowly in silence, Aloof, sad and melancholy. Silently she comes closer, Closer, giving me A glance like a sigh; Then she floats past Like a dream, Dreary and blank like a dream. Like a lilac Floating past in a dream, the girl floats past me; Silently she goes further and further, To the crumbling wall, Out of the lane in the rain. In the mournful melody of the rain, Her colour has faded, Her fragrance has disappeared, Vanished into the void; Even her glance like a sigh, Melancholy like lilacs.** - Upscaled by <@1090465009991155832> (fast)
Alone holding an oilpaper umbrella, I wander along a long Solitary lane in the rain, Hoping to encounter A girl like a bouquet of lilacs Gnawed by anxiety and resentment. A girl The colour of lilacs, The fragrance of lilacs, With the worries of lilacs, Feeling melancholy in the rain, Plaintive and hesitating. She wanders along the solitary lane in the rain, Holding an oilpaper umbrella Just as I do, Just like me, Walking slowly in silence, Aloof, sad and melancholy. Silently she comes closer, Closer, giving me A glance like a sigh Then she floats past Like a dream, Dreary and blank like a dream. Like a lilac Floating past in a dream, the girl floats past me Silently she goes further and further, To the crumbling wall, Out of the lane in the rain. In the mournful melody of the rain, Her colour has faded, Her fragrance has disappeared, Vanished into the void Even her glance like a sigh, Melancholy like lilacs.