Sitting in front of the window
Every time I see a clear blue sky
Just a trail of white clouds
I always thought it was a fairy
A white handkerchief that was accidentally lost
We want to pluck it with our hearts
Sitting in front of the window
Every time I see a white cotton ball
Cloud cluster
I always thought the farmers were drying
Harvest joy
Our bodies and minds are as warm as a blanket
Sitting in front of the window
Every time I see thick clouds flying in a hurry
I always thought that soldiers ran fast
Our hearts seem to be conquered by the black one
Sitting in front of the window
Every time I look at the dark sky
With lightning and wind
I always thought it was awesome
you angry
We will be baptized by the rain
In the scorching sun
How I wish to have
Strong thunderstorm
Just slept in the middle of the day
I also dreamed that you splashed me with your hands
Cool raindrops
In the scorching sun
How I wish to have
Rain storm
When I wake up from a nap
Truly thunderous thunder
With big crystal raindrops
