A black cloud crossed the sky, that’s the love that people in distress are experiencing.
Like a weak teenager, a moth to the flame,
Once went forward without hesitation, burning to death.
The earth wept, and sin began to wash away in an instant…

Some say that heartache is a deep cry from the soul,
Hurt to the bone, only the whole part is numbness.
Like a patient who has had a high amputation, unable to feel his legs;
Surgical patients with paralysis all over their bodies cannot grasp life and death.
And like those waiting for rain, they pack up and prepare to go home;
Birds that avoid rain shake off their wet feathers and will fly again.

There are times when the sky clears, and the sun always comes out;
Then it becomes filthy, waiting, precipitating, and buried deep…
Those who truly love you will not let you be sad all the time, one round after another!
Don’t praise too much, people in distress will cry.