Umbrella

The floating ball of light
that has a timely rhythm,
moves further and further away
from me, like I'm the disease.

It has a timely rhythm,
my happiness that soars away
from me, like I'm the disease.
But he always comes back to visit.

My happiness that soars away
when it's back to sorrow I sink,
always comes back to visit,
the cheerfulness that conquers the darkness.

When it's back to sorrow I sink,
he comes with the umbrella,
my cheerful boy that conquers the darkness,
blocking the black mist with his armor.

He comes with the umbrella,
a reassuring look in his eyes
as he blocks the black mist with his armor.
"I come when there's nothing left of you."

A reassuring look in his eyes
helps me to face the sorrow.
"I come when there's nothing left of you,"
are the words I always remember.