The Wanderers Of The Sky And Their Cry Of Melancholy.

 

Lying in bed,
the sounds of the rainy night
and the view of the gloomy sky
touch my heart deeply.

It has been raining
cats and dogs since dawn.

Rain.
The tears of refugees,
the tears of stateless wanderers
of the sky—
the clouds.
As usual,
lying in bed,
the sounds of the
rainy night,
the view of the
gloomy sky,
touch my heart
deeply.

Cry of melancholy.
The wanderers' cry of melancholy.
Cry of anguish.
The wanderers' cry of anguish.
They cry for the land they
have lost.