A night when sorrow hardens into stone, Even I turn my back on myself. In that desolate spot, like dried reeds, I lie cold, like an abandoned pebble. Outside the door, the sound of falling rain— Is it the sound of a soggy mire Dragging down all the drenched things of the world? I barely drag my heavy, soaked body forward. Like a single wildflower taking the rain, I force a faint, delicate smile, As if it were a reward for life’s solitude. Once more, the rain does not stop, Digging deeper and burying this late, dark night. It stills the things that flow, And buries the small, cold stones that will never return. Like a single wildflower taking the rain, I force a faint, delicate smile, As if it were my resolve against life’s solitude. Woah~ Outro The rain keeps falling, relentless and blind, In the middle of a night frozen in time. In this cold, quiet space, I slowly learn to breathe again. Even in the deepest shadow of the dark, The small wildflower holds the rain, refusing to fade, Silently preparing for tomorrow beneath the soaked earth. Embracing the sorrow, carrying this honest loneliness, I take one small step forward once more. The sound of rain begins to fade away… A quiet dawn gently swells at the end of the night. Still lonely, yet moving toward a morning where I won't give up on myself. (Fade out) Woah~ Into the morning… Into a light that will never fade… 워~어~~~~~
