Yet the sight of winter's night and the sound of dancing drops of rain. Yet the sight of winter's night and the sound of dancing drops of rain.

All that remains is the broken fragments of shattered passion and affection All that remains is the broken fragments of shattered passion and affection

Sometimes rain brings sorrow.  Sometimes rain brings sorrow. 

Rain... Rain...

Which makes my country more beautiful. Which makes my country more beautiful.

Where the clouds wander off with no toes. Where the clouds wander off with no toes.