Come drench yourself...

The twigs and stamps we collected
Are being set afire,
They are already burning bright,
Feels like it's my own pyre.

But you can't help the conflagration ,Can you?
So, come drench yourself in this rain with me.

The twinkling stars are out of view,
For that dense cloud ,such a nebulous shrew.
No green so serene,
No yellow ,no blue.
Only loudness of black and white.
The breeze so still,
No shimmering light.

But you cant help the refraction ,can you?
So, come drench yourself in this rain with me.

The cold water on skin,
That doesn't feel so cold,
For we live in this quagmire,
With those fungus and mould.

The wet clay is drying into a shapeless new.
But you can't help the dryness ,can you?
So come drench yourself in this rain with me.

You yelled ,they prayed,
Who could have helped?
The train still derailed,
And You can't help the derailment ,can you?

You know the way out of that queue,
But you still cannot break through.

You can't stop that clock from ticking,can you?

So, come drench yourself in this rain with me...
For so long you have stayed awake,
So long have you starved,
Now let that dirt be washed away.

To let go of that insomnia,
And that barnacle anorexia.
To rise and shine and live again,
To dream that dream like a child again.

Come drench yourself in this rain with me...