The Ironic song of Rain

I met a golden Sorcerer at one night.

In the rain.

In the “gloomy” rain.

In the rain that I considered to make prejudice to “Someone”

Whose “someone”?

Course, The Creator one.

By this lucky, I’d like to deliver the whole of my complaint to “him”

Yea, you’re.

Through you,

My majesty,The Golden Sorcerer with a dark-blue Stallion.

Reff:

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain.

In fact, you’re the trouble maker, after all this time.

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain.

I pleasantly heard yoa’ laff.

Well, At least, you would never have to worry bout’ getting a “Serpent”.

If you asked a 20-year-old to make a wish,

I certainly made one wish.

What?

What?

Just stopped the rain

For “She” always coming up trough my body.

And of course she’s still in attractive.

My respect for this DAMMIT’ was just emerged a new one of ma’ problem.

Reff:

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain.

In fact, you’re the trouble maker, after all this time.

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain.

I pleasantly heard yoa’ laff.

Well, At least, you would never have to worry bout’ getting a “Serpent”.