Mưa linh hồn The soul rain

The rain that was falling on the guitar keys, being sad like a sad monkey The rain led the soul to pain and numbness, in the mud of the world asleep, I was sad at my keyboard Oh, as if I’ve never heard the crickets, the frogs croaking in the dark countryside! The long dark clouds stretched to the point of venting out all the privacy like showing a color board My body was like every bone weary of the wicked The hand that hasn’t burned the burning verse that I’ve always wanted But night and night were mixed with the black color of a wonderful famous painter It was a black sea of life with so many boredom, I never started Every day lay pile up into towering mountain ladders But I felt sad about the status of poets or writers Words have not carried all the sadness and the evil sea Poetry was full of bitter leaven, then I wanted them to be painters Drawing each piece of life an anvil, drawing human suffering Through each verse, the passage raised the voice of damnation Those who were bloodthirsty, drunk with greed With piles of money piled high, oh sad nation! More rain, let’s rain, let it all rain! Or the tears we cried together with humanity A civilized place was a place where there was hypocrisy in the city Now the remote place to the small hamlets that still contain Morning rain makes a crystal dream, looking at the blue sky beautifully Please give me some fresh in the morning Let our hearts dance and sing Then burying all the months and days looking at life in turmoil, I’m lonely and lonely.