The rain swiftly brought to us,

The smell of beloved ones,

They went off,

As long as sunshine,

As music of fun,

And to forget...

They broke the hearts.

Irony called their tenacity

And filled with love to The Iris.

Hot summer,

But now,

They are left in the dark,

Suffering.

Still in your crying,

Enough to return to,

The dreams,they are believing.

Still in your mind,

Prospect hankering to

Clear the harshness of glum existence,

Or the trouble of expatriation,

To make you forget the song of land,

The blessing of God!

Are your habits still as they used to be?

Or your sorrow and heart

Become more and more?

Your dream sweet love,

In our moon still blooms.

We will pray ,heartfelt,

Morrow,day and night

And invoke the heaven

The sea,

To come the clouds,

Full with the rain.