In the rain

In the rain

I hold my umbrella,

The rain is getting heavier and heavier,

A white moth,

Coming at me.

It stumbles and falls,

Falling into my pocket,

Thin and beautiful wings,

Gradually cease flapping.

It stays quietly,

And I am careful,

Let's wait together just like this,

The sound of rain is getting weaker and weaker.

I think,

It's time to say goodbye,

My lovely friend,

It flies towards the sky.