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!
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