The sun shines bright;
The sky's clear blue light;
Its a beautiful starry night;
Would you stop and appreciate the starlight?
Even in such a day;
My rain does not ceased to decay;
Bitterness is left as it lay;
No color dare stands in its way.
Soon I will be gray, grieving in pain;
Colorless I become as my days are slain;
Consuming every color left in my brain;
What can I do? How do I stop the rain?
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