With a blue umbrella, alone
Wander in this lonely raining lane long, long
For how many times I expect ,
A melancholy maid as blue as lilac whom I could meet.
She radiates,
With lilac's brilliance,
With lilac's fragrance,
With lilac’s sadness,
Gloomily wandering in the rain,
Melancholy and alone.
She also wandered in this raining lane,
With a blue umbrella,
Like me alone,
Like me alone,
Walk ing silently,
Cold, lonely and melancholy.
She silently approached me,
Approached me,
With dazing and dreaming eyesight,
She is gone with the wind,
Like a dream in my heart,
A desolate and miserable dream, just gone.
She is hovering in my dream,
Like a blue lilac,
Passing me without a single word,
Silently, she is away, far away,
Approached the collapsed wall,
Near the end of the lane tall.
In the blue music of rain,
Her brilliance is gone,
Her fragrance is gone,
Gone even is her dazing and dreaming eyesight,
Gone even is her melancholy like a blue lilac at night
With a blue umbrella, alone
Wander in this lonely raining lane long, long
For how many times I expect,
A melancholy maid as blue as lilac whom I could meet.