The rain will fall someday, where tears are dry. The rain will fall for me, for I'm in deep sorrow. So please come and join me, to lessen the pain. The rain won't stop until I'll be totally under the ground. It won't stop until my cold body is gone. . . Or at least I hope even the rain will come for me and be with me till the very last day of happiness and sadness, excitement and anxiousness. . . Until the shaking out of fear is all gone.
Hi, first word before the rain fell, Bye, now the rain will stop and the flood will go away.
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I hope so.
