Soft, soft, soft from the eyes of ocean,
What, what runs through nostrils—a running river.
Cold and icy—Rain, lifegiver Rain,
But pain in the eye—how do I explain?

It holds the rain, but full of numbness,
Just a grave voice of darkness.
When someone cries from the eye—why’s it fiery and hot?
How to tell those tears from rain, and why not?

But How do you know the warmth and salt
In someone’s eyelids—all aloud
In the coldness around,
How, how it’s burning like hell now?

No raincoat, no umbrella can stop
This salty storm—so merciless to drop