We are all in the same sea,
Working hard for we need to live,
Some have yachts and boats,
Yet we have burden in loads.
We try to look strong,
Yet we couldn't do it for long.
We were never drowned,
Yet we suffocate by matter in profound.

The cloud couldn't hold back anymore,
It let it all out,
The rain drops intensely,
That feels like the time is in ruin,
And the sky and earth have been in embroiled.

I know this is just sometimes,
Yet I hate when they take one piece of me,
It makes me lost,
And just scattered into pieces,
I try to make 'em back,
But they laugh at me,
And loudly whisper; pathetic.

A colorful arc above the clouds,
Has a beautiful presence
Yet have a symphany past.
For this arc you can't chase
Has become symbol of peace.