Coffin

Listening to your voice, 

I will come out of the coffin, 

But will you recognize me?

Oh! My sweet past, 

Will you talk to me freely without bothering for anything? 

You know how much I love rain. 

Will you come to meet your pluviophile who wants to wet you in rain with unending love? 

The rain without you doesn't allure me anymore.  

Oh! My darling, 

Promise me that 

You will recognize me 

And without any second thought, 

I will come out of the coffin.