The great umbrella covering the earth.
HACHI
A tower is built in the center, a mass of machinery that props it up.
As one would expect, the village below gets no sun...
HATSUNE MIKU
and is tormented by leaks called "rain."
But the people do not question.
For it is commonplace.
It means nothing.
It is simply "law."
The umbrella
cries out
rubbish rain
which
covers
the sky
The town is blind;
no one questions,
like clowns
Again, you
spit
at the
U M B R
E L L A
I didn't look,
but your voice sunk to a drone
We didn't
hear anyone
But he
felt the
rain
He took my hand,
and toward the tower...
we
r
an
"Someday,
it'll come,
"Someday,
it'll come,
that sky
out of a picture book"
You promised me,
in a soft voice
In that moment,
the rain
went away
And
our sadnesses, too
were forgotten
With rain falling on them, the two arrived at the umbrella tower.
With one push, the shut double doors easily opened; the two were not refused.
No one had even tried to enter.
It would have been the same had they been locked or not.
On the other side of that door,
Crumbling,
heading somewhere
u p
a
s p i
r a l
s t
a i r
c a
s e
Stained with black
as the dripping rain
echoes
I welled up with tears,
and to softly comfort me
Y
U
laughed,
grabbed my hand again,
and r
a
n
Chased by a white shadow,
we run to a row of cages
There's no time to look for reason...
Nor any desire
My hand trembles,
but I hear
your voice
And so I stand
in behind,
just watching your back
IN
THE
DARK,
the gears laugh
Look,
a gentle breeze
brushes your cheek
"The wind is blowing..."
the girl said.
The boy quietly acknowledged her.
Nothing could stop their feet.
It seemed they had come far,
yet it seemed as if they had only just begun running.
The two were hopelessly small.
No one found any trace of them.
No
one
found
any
trace
of
them.
No one found any trace of them.
The white shadow
stopped chasing
and very sadly
disappeared
It smelled of rust and we were stained all black,
but soon the colors began to brighten
We heard
a voice
from
somewhere
in a tone
we had
forgotten
At
the
end
of
the
spiral
stair
case
was a very
small
door
collecting
dust,
waiting
"Let's open it..."
"Okay..."
There...
we saw
perhaps everything
Flowers blooming in every color,
and a deep blue sky
Before I knew it,
I was crying
I
I don't need
I don't need anything more
And the most precious,
picture-book-sky
So that returning it to its rightful place
would not be forgotten,
you gave me
a quickly-made bouquet,
and as we laughed, I leant on your shoulder
At the end of the world,
the umbrella is raised
And if only we could stay
in such a world as this,
it would be wonderful...
It won't be sad,
not when I'm by your side...
On top of the umbrella where flowers bloomed,
with faces filled with joy,
a pair sleeps softly together...