雨が降り注ぐ日だった
It was the day the rain poured

雨の日には僕らがよく訪ねた
On that rainy day, we visited well

あのカフェの隅の席に座って
I sat in the corner at that café

雨の中で君が来るのを眺めていた
I was looking for you to come during the rain

十分程遅く着いた君は。すっかり雨に濡れていた。
You arrived about ten minutes late. You were completely wet in the rain.

びっしょり濡れた髪を掻き上がながら　君は言った
While scratching your soaked wet hair, you said,

貴方にとって私って? 大切な存在なのか分からない。
What am I to you? I don’t know if me being here is important.

何の話なのか分からない
I didn’t understand what you said

君を見ている僕を、君は見もせずに　
I looked at you, but you didn’t look at me

こう言った
You said

終わりにしよう
Let’s end this

「終わりにしよう」その言葉が
Those words “let’s end this”

僕が聞いた君の最後の声だった
Was the last of your voice I’ve heard

Himchan sits in the backmost corner of the café he usually frequents with you, alternating between sipping from his cup of Americano, poking the ice down with the straw, and staring out the window as sheets of rain pour down the cold glass.

You’re late, and Himchan’s not used to this—both of you value punctuality to the point where you tease each other for being even five seconds past a specified meeting time.

With every second that ticks by, Himchan grows more and more anxious, chewing on the straw of his drink, until the clock on the wall is ten minutes past when you were supposed to arrive and he’s far too close to having a nervous breakdown. He wants to call you, but at the same time there’s something stopping him from picking up the phone to dial the long-ago-memorized number.

When you’d called him yesterday, asking him to meet with you, you’d sounded fine enough, but there was something uneasy nagging at the back of Himchan’s mind and making his stomach churn (but then again, that might just be the coffee.)

Just when he’s about ready to run outside and go berserk, screaming your name in the rain, you burst through the glass doors, the tinkling of the bell tied to it breaking the silence of the tranquil store.

Your sneakers squeak as you make your way over to the table in the back, and Himchan’s brow furrows in a confused line; you’re soaking wet and your eyes are rimmed red.

“Are you okay?” he as