[bad word] by the sound of the rain and your steps on the stairs of the skywalk, 
I wave my hand to the sight of your back, which I won't be able to see again. 
Time begins moving again as soon as the traffic light turns green. 
The waves and crowds of umbrellas have engulfed my days.

Say a little pray[er] for you and me. 
I shall see off my love, for which I can no longer pledge eternity.

I pray for the strength to forgive myself who can only live for my own sake. 
I pray for the days through which I can live without regretting our lost love. 
My prayer, cleaving the clouds, sends my hope into the sky.

Wanting tomorrow to be like last year, I burned my willfulness with my album. 
I wanted to protect myself, in order to protect everything for you.

No more cry[ing], and dry your eyes. 
We won't turn around, for our love doesn't have a voice to keep us back.

Don't cry. This is not the end, 
but merely that everything is disappearing into the flowing time. 
What I have retained in my heart is the warmth that once enveloped me. 
Farewell, you who loved me. 
Farewell, I who was loved.

I loved you, I yearned for you, but this is not the place I wished for. 
Your voice still lingers, but I want to send my pray[er] to tomorrow.

I pray for the strength to forgive myself who can only live for my own sake. 
I pray for the days through which I can live without regretting our lost love. 
My prayer, cleaving the clouds, sends my hope into the sky.