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The thought is there inside

Like a faint fragrance of Gardenia

On the clouds, they take you on a ride

And I ask, why does it rain outside?

 

From the sky when I look below

The search for winter sweet begins

From me how long will it hide?

And I think, why does it rain outside?

 

I come to the place I belong

Entwined with duties, surrounded by souls

At times, the thoughts begin to glide

And I wonder, why does it rain outside?

 

The glimpse is there

A smile taking away all your pain

Future is for HIM to decide

Now I know why it rains outside.