Its thunders and storms and rains
flooding the streets outside
And its thunders and storms and rains
breaking the walls inside..

Wiping away all the dust
On the roads and in the heart

Cleansing the surroundings, and
Cleansing the mind

And with all things that floated in the flood
went those paper boats,
The pages of my diary.

Now that the record of the memory is gone,
Wish there was this miracle to wipe the memory itself.