Where is the rain,
Stay in my dream,
It is dripping.
I'm holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Walking in that remote alley.
Whose smile?
Illuminate the death of my generations,
Whispering in my ear,
Say never to leave.
But why can't I find you?
Only bananas outside the house,
Wake up in the rain,
Little by little,
It is dripping. . . . . .
(Personal originality, piracy must be investigated)