Status: on-going cellphone novel
Run 「走る」
The Rain
April showers
bring light rain.
A drizzle begins,
taking me by surprise.
I look up at the sky for a moment,
but when I look back down,
he's gone.
The Runner Boy
has disappeared within
all this rain.
The Runner Boy
ran from even my gaze.
My eyes could not follow him
in such a drizzle.
The wetness of the rain
makes me think of
tears,
and how I could spend
my whole life
crying
in the rain,
and not a soul
would know.
Somehow I feel as if
The Runner Boy
would know.
I pay my bus fee,
stepping out into the
cold and unforgiving
shower.
I see him once more as I
take out my umbrella.
He does not have one,
and I want to offer to share,
but he is too far ahead.
He is just a figure in the distance,
but somehow I know it's him.
Perhaps it's those shoes,
sloshing in the water,
or that he chases the bus,
as if he'll win a prize.
If I ran in the rain like he did,
I would most certainly just
fall flat on my face
headfirst into mud.
bring light rain.
A drizzle begins,
taking me by surprise.
I look up at the sky for a moment,
but when I look back down,
he's gone.
The Runner Boy
has disappeared within
all this rain.
The Runner Boy
ran from even my gaze.
My eyes could not follow him
in such a drizzle.
The wetness of the rain
makes me think of
tears,
and how I could spend
my whole life
crying
in the rain,
and not a soul
would know.
Somehow I feel as if
The Runner Boy
would know.
I pay my bus fee,
stepping out into the
cold and unforgiving
shower.
I see him once more as I
take out my umbrella.
He does not have one,
and I want to offer to share,
but he is too far ahead.
He is just a figure in the distance,
but somehow I know it's him.
Perhaps it's those shoes,
sloshing in the water,
or that he chases the bus,
as if he'll win a prize.
If I ran in the rain like he did,
I would most certainly just
fall flat on my face
headfirst into mud.