Only dark clouds could be found
Inspite of a zeal for sunlight on my face
Tremendous shouts from an agony of thunder and
An emotional clash of lightening are the all that greet me
The more I try to move
The more I sink into the depths of the swamp of
nostalgia... about sunlight shining on my face
Throughout all this trouble
No hope will be abandoned
Because I have known a truth
That after a thunderstorm
The sun is always contemplating its rising
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