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The splashing sound of the rain
When it hits the ground
Or when it races down
On a glass window

I like rain
I love its aroma
I like to watch it drip
Down on the frosty window

Whenever I cry,
I walk out to greet the rain
Then I'll face the sky
Let the water mix with my tears

No one will know my feelings
No one will know about my tears
No one will know me
No one will know that I love you

Here I stand alone on the street
As the water touches my skin
I realized that the water isn't rain
They were my tears
That tried to hide my real pain

I just laughed it off
And wiped my own tears
Because in the end
You only have yourself

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