Who Cried?

I see strangers holding black umbrellas going past in file
Only then am I really sure you have left
As if I still feel you in this city leading a wandering life
With eyes watching me sink

Those records of the first cup of Café Latte I had with you
The fragrance as before still floats scattering
Those beautiful ones
Innocent ones
The white foam
Lightly try a bit of it
Inevitably you'll need to bow your head down
Who cried?

I see each the headlights sparkle extra bright in the rain
Only then do I suddenly become hard-hearted to let go of recalling you
On the overcoat
In between my fingers
Your smell has already been shaken off
Not even one bit is kept

Those records of our first romantic song
Written even better it's not enough
Those beautiful ones
Innocent ones
Each strong kiss
Also changes into one piece

Rain
It's God crying for whom?
Who cried for whom?

It obscures my visual line
Confuses my
Rain
It's God crying for whom?
Who cried for whom?
The present rain
Maybe it is only mine

Who can be drenching in rain for you?
Only drenching in rain
Then cried
Who can move this weather for you?
Who knows this one period?