Blue cloud of small dreams
Sometimes rainy rain
Life's wheel has been drawn and curved
Creation or unrest
Yet, if you touch one hand, then I think
It's like rain
Sometimes the light-shadow game
Sometimes just dark
There is no one to stop
Somewhere flower barn
Somewhere breaking the mountain of consciousness
Somewhere endangered culture
Yet, if you touch one hand, then I think
It's like rain
Sometimes the game of heart breaks
Never build a bridge.
Never mind at your own nikaton
Sometimes everyone's
Do not count on demand anywhere
Either there is no satisfaction
Yet, if you touch one hand, then I think
It's like rain
