but hurrying anyway
the thunder like a lion's roar
prompts a dispersion.
what's going on?
that's right...the rain's coming
I really hate the rain
i wanted to stay here a little longer
in the instant when the pleasant sensation was changed,
when the lion made me hurry
it was obvious,
it's gonna rain..
Has the rain erased his alibi?
did he already forget?
is this all the two of us will become?
let's make all of this the rain's fault.