cloudy sky,
all grey,
The midsummer rain drops,
Slowly drenching everything,
It doesn't seem like there's any thought of pausing.
Sitting quietly by the window watching the rain,
To discover how charming the gleaming rain trails are,
Slipping straight down from the eyes,
passing through my heart,
No one is in a hurry.
I want to go downstairs and get in the rain.
Hold up the umbrella and listen to what the rain has to say,
Can I wash my mind away?
Can you wash away the scars of missing?
The dust flying in the memory,
Let the rain take away,
Purify your mind.
You don't need to stop when it rains,
I wish to be green leaves,
Because I want a dust-free state of mind,
Even a moment of cleanliness.
all grey,
The midsummer rain drops,
Slowly drenching everything,
It doesn't seem like there's any thought of pausing.
Sitting quietly by the window watching the rain,
To discover how charming the gleaming rain trails are,
Slipping straight down from the eyes,
passing through my heart,
No one is in a hurry.
I want to go downstairs and get in the rain.
Hold up the umbrella and listen to what the rain has to say,
Can I wash my mind away?
Can you wash away the scars of missing?
The dust flying in the memory,
Let the rain take away,
Purify your mind.
You don't need to stop when it rains,
I wish to be green leaves,
Because I want a dust-free state of mind,
Even a moment of cleanliness.
