Tell me what the Rain knows
Are these the tears of ages,
that wash away the good old days:
leaving not a trace of the day.
Tell me what the Rain knows
Tis this the flood of fortune,
That pours itself upon me?
See how I drown in this sea.
Hark, hear the howl that eat the moon alive,
Your heart it is on fire,
the smoke that turns the whole sky raven black.
Then the world upon your back will crack.
Where will you go,
now you've no home.
Let the Rain wash away,
you last days.
~Maaya Sakamoto
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