Your beauty is rare and exotic, not often found is it?
As those who enjoy embracing the rain.
Walking in the ever so refreshing rain.
Walking as in the night is splashes into the puddles of crystals
Near the curb in the dark, the puddles
As the black petals of a flower bud open.
It trembles in the wind.
Frail drops of midnight soak into these keyless locks of mine,
Revitalizing these locks as I walk in the night,
A lonely leaf flutters and falls,
Hoping for the rain,
Walking in the night.
