Rain storms in the reflection of our mind.
could give us spring if we could reinvent our time
so shattered by cruel hidden truths and lies

There is no fear of living in our universe so divine
just a fear of not giving strength to our people
who are waiting for their moment to thrive

I guess waiting now is too late
because what has been started will
not end hastily nor in haste

So if the battle is to start, so be it
but this time understanding life never ends
It is only about to begin again