Belated rainy season has set in
Crimson roses are in the rain
The petals are falling now and then
The rural blue perspective so deepen

Being exposed to the rain,
A travelar thinks of his home
Where he is absent from

Holding sadness in his breast,
Does his travel continues forever?
The rain shades the distant forest
Was it dyed such a grief color ever?

The travelar is standing
He must be dreaming,
In this dimly light of the rain.

I blow a ground cherry quietly,
Seeing the travelar to disappear in rain.
He turns his pale face ahead firmly
Belated rainy season has set in