The Rain.

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The river is the eyes of mountain,
The girl is the eyes of rain.

She takes an umbrella,
Walk during the rain,
Walk on the silent way.
Slowly,slowly,
Until the rain stops.

I am also wishing and waiting,
The day we meet.

The rain has already stopped.
Although you didn't appear,
But you are still beautiful in my dream.

All the time,
All the time.

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