You keep listing, one by one,
the very root of all the trouble that confuses you,
so fast I can’t make out a thing.
Enunciate, take it in order, and gently say:
“What will be, will be.”

Misty rain falls
on that blonde-haired girl.
Misty rain
soaks her hair.
Misty rain falls
on that blonde-haired girl.
Misty rain
drenches her fearless grin.

In those eyes,
the figure reflected there
gives me courage.
Even that cheeky way you talk isn’t so bad.
I never expected honesty from the start.
The middle of my chest burns hot
because I just can’t forget that girl.
Goodbye, MISTY RAIN.

I desperately want to cover up
that dull look on your face.
A happy face suits you better, so go on, wear that instead.
No success comes without failure.
“Que sera sera sera.”

Misty rain falls
on that blonde-haired girl.
Misty rain
moistens the edges of her words.
Misty rain falls
on that blonde-haired girl.
Misty rain
soaks the crybaby in you.

Then the sunlight broke through,
and you smiled all crumpled and soft.
The holes in my blind eyes fill in.
They say you’re water-type, but just be yourself.
You don’t need an answer, so just look up at the sky.
But in return, stay right here beside me.
I’ll protect your back for you.
OK? MISTY RAIN.

In that instant, I felt love—
a love so vivid even its colors might burst.
Forget that dried-up past.
Memories are only illusions born from embarrassment.
The sky is clear now, and you’re dazzling.
I don’t need any overblown sentimentality,
Goodbye, MISTY RAIN.
Straddle your broom and FLY AGAIN.

Gj, flying girl. MISTY RAIN.