Rain Of The City

Since the beginning of the rain,

in the evening among the lifeless paths,

I have seen life in fear.

In the sweet fragrance of the city,

I Have seen a wet pause there.

Somewhere solid sensations, somewhere steamy reactions,

I Have seen moistened soil,

And the strain on the relationship there.

Everyone has a different world, and have seen a missing village there.

The sight of buildings drenched with small drops,

And have seen a pond of discord there.

A plant border made of hatred,

and a lovely decorated garden of selfishness.

I have seen beautiful glowing drops on plants,

And the invasion of the culture there.