Thunder and Sun
Keep the thunder out of your brain
The angry winds blow your soul away
And you cannot cover the pain
That is wounding your indisposed day
Autumn and fall, summer and spring
Dry leaves, weak branches, and withered vines
Why the heart of yours is crying
As the mighty fig trees choke the pines?
Aha, darkened sky discloses
And starts the weeping ceremony
Clashing the armor of brightness
Into the tears of melancholy.
World gives reasons for you to cry
Why do you weep on your bleeding eyes?
You have to smile, no need to sigh
Because later the bright sun will rise.
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