Oh my beloved rain,
Ye rained again fading the burning,
Warming the cold embrace,
O my beloved rain,
This time the cruelty of agonised pattering sound
Had turned into rhythm of heart,
O my beloved,
It yet not occurred what had gone
Hadn't lifted up my spirit,
What had I given lifted my story.
O my beloved rain,
Thee let the place become my peace again,
Which became the existence of my faded memory,
O my beloved rain,
Ye again took me to the places
I hadn't been since long ago.
O my beloved rain,
Thee made me acquaintance to the autumn monsoon
Of peace and love.
The falling leaves of autumn
And the falling drops of rain—
What could do more justice than this,
O my beloved rain?
Let us meet when it's winter again.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poesía"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
