Always the same sound.
This rain is endless.
It's falling down ,
washing away our sins.
We are now clean.
But we will sin again tomorrow.
Because this dullness doesn't suit us.
We wear our masks for too long.
We don't want to take them off.
This rain is going to destroy them.
It's our enemy.
Make it stop.
We have to make it stop.
It will take away our perfect disguise.
And we will be naked in front of the world.
The lies are fading.
How are we going to live now?
This shelter we had built is old.
It is collapsing under the truth.
Because the rain is the truth.
The truth we have hidden behind our little finger.
That life is not exciting unless we lie.
But lies are for the dreamland.
Reality is made of truth.
But we think that the truth is dull like the rain.
So we open our umbrella and keep going.
We cover our ears.
Our eyes are closed.
And just like that we keep living
...in a dreamland.