It rains although it's a cloudless day
O the acid rain, which can find
In every corner of the world
In the hot desert region and mounts valleys
It galloping into the throat
And wet under vein and bone
It burst heavily when it thunders over clouds
Now, the being shape into the bottle
And also can not be controlled yet
The lives are like disposal waste
And become a worthless being.
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