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Ah! Now my mind asks if he has ever felt being soaked in unbearable pain.
The feelings of a crazy man who hears the rhythm of the fallin’ rain
To inebriate, take the cava and dance with him under the rhythm of the falling rain
Yet, I felt I must not interfere, for my heart tells me not to cause him fear
Still, I wonder if I had let myself share his laughter under the heavy rain.
The pleasure he felt in that moment, and the feeling I cannot merely forget
The rain came off, its rhythm died, the laughter’s gone; I saw him cried
For such a short while, I saw a beautiful face filled with laughter
Regretting how I failed joining him to the beat of the falling rain
His madness disappeared together with the falling rain
The crazy laughter went off ten thousand light years away
Like a man after having a getaway far away from the painful place