It rained again at night/Drips knocked on the window lattice of my dream/This moist and shy sorrow curled up and cried in my dream/But who escaped from my dream/Hidden into the dark corner and became a crying elf/Watching the flowers fall silently/And me, whose dream will I be in/Who will be the elf escaping in the dream/It rained again at night/I don't know whose tears it is.