Long and lonely rainy harbor,
I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She has the same color and fragrance as cloves.
There are lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation.
Like me, she lingers in this lonely rainy harbor with an oil-paper umbrella.
Walking silently like me, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She quietly approached, approached and took a breath.
She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me;
She walked silently, far away, to the ruined fence and through the rainy harbor.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in a long and lonely rainy harbor,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.