Through the mists and the myths of the day

I can see so many tears...

But why do they seem just like mirrors?

I can see through them like memories...

You can cry,

but you'll only die

in your fears.

 The rain... is your only solitary existance!

...

I can watch you from the distance cold

Feeling all the rain inside!

But if you looked at the sky, behold

All that the eye... screens beside

There's always hope - it never dies

There's always note... in the rain

everything is broken and everything feels sad, only when

Feelings you hold cannot leave, or refrain!

...

Through the the rays and the cries of the day

I can see... so many bleams!

You sigh and you pray

That there's an end to the solitary existance!

But, in the end...

I see in the rain...

that life is like tears!