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If you catch it, it will rain today
If you raise your hand in this poem of inability
The question may be something about you
I didn't have time to answer
Indulge in feeling no talk today.
Where your hair came flying
That's where my wandering of convergence
Your contempt or mystery wandering
Terrible heat in my waiting country.
You and I will return one day
Maybe at the same time a hot afternoon with a broken heart
Just tell me your identity, I'm silent now.