All the rainy days are gone,
So I shall run the fields no more,
To feel the pleasure of morning rain
And to look for rainbow and happiness.
The croaking of the frog has ceased
The fireflies have merged with the stars
The butterflies have lost their painted wings
The cranes flew away, searching greener pastures.
The fresh smell of grass had lost,
Cotton candy clouds had left the sky,
Breeze was too distant to be felt,
The nightingales had stopped singing.
Looking out, though the window grills,
I see tired trees and withered grass.
My heart sinks to see the earth,
Roasting itself in the summer sun.