Where are you going... in this rain? Your heart will get wet... and, damp, it will extinguish... the fire radiating from... another passionate heart. The rain makes the grass grow... which dies in the autumn, and it brightens the colors of the flowers; but love grows sad on rainy days... and must be sheltered by an umbrella built for two. Where are you going... in this rain? Wait... for the sun to come out tomorrow, and for the rainbow to gift you its colors... those it stole from the spring. For love blossoms... after a rainy day... and kisses turn sweet, offered within an embrace, resting right beside the heart. Where are you going... in this rain, without protecting your heart...? It will return... wet and sad, having lost its warmth. Where are you going in this rain? Wherrrre...? In this raiiin... Where are you going... Wherrrre... wherrrre...
