Angles don't know any pain

Are you walking in the rain , with a picture in your hand?
Are you waiting in the wind, with a dream in your mind?
And we shall all be there to know the shade of blue.

(Is the rain angles' cry? Angles don’t know any pain.)

Roses is so beautiful to me, but it is not lasting .
Like the pledges are always solemn.
Like the flowers are eventually wither.

(Is the rain angles' cry? Angles don’t know any pain.)

October is always interminable with its swampy rains.