This teeming rain, the gentle night
that silent Moon rises slowly
A fire in our hearts ignite
not letting us even sleep gaily
The dancing wind, pleasant blue Sky
drowsiness caught the moist flowers
Why do we then this calm defy
remaining awake, in these late hours
Whom I found not in the day's bright
That dream I seek with the passing night
I try to find myself somewhere
Hidden, within this shining light
Isn't there someone, who may be,
remembering me, at this moment,
Whose single smile can make my day,
I seek that life's ornament.
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