I want to eat a little of that rain, which is the sound of music.
But why?
I want to eat a little of that rain, which is the sound of music.
I want to cross death from the hope of happiness.
I want to cross death from the hope of happiness.
I want to cross death from the hope of happiness.
I want to cross death from the hope of happiness.
I want to cross death from the hope of happiness.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
The Rain
I don't need you any more.
So, there is no need for you.
I don't need you any more.
So, there is no need for you.
I am empty.
So, there is no need for you.
All the creations of the mind
are like God.
All the creations of the mind
are like God.
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
It becomes different under the ocean.
All the creations of the mind
are like God.
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