Thunders roar winds cry　

Right before my eyes　

I was somewhat depressed　

By this gloomy Sunday　

Rain poured down the roof　

Running into streams　

And gathering into rivers　

That flew past our lives　

Splashes of liquid fell　

Beating tittering melodies　

While trees wobbles and humbles　

The song of dark cold night　

Tomorrow is another day　

Yet today remains the same　

All those stormy frights　

Never go, never leave　

Forever in our sight.

作者：本人已死。 IR