RAINBOW
When the memories come down
as a pleasant, cler rain,
and wash away the mud
of all the misunderstandings,
of all the rudness and arrogant
prideful caprices,
wen those drops of memories
wake the passion and excitiment
with tremor
Don't be afraid
to enjoy in that rain.
Conquer the fear,
and. . . . come, look for me.
J' ll stand by you
under the cloud
of that nostalgy,
and washed from the past
we will wait together
for the rainbow of pasion
felt and renewed.
