Chapitre 4: Rain is falling
Rain is falling,
Prickling, quiet, fresh.
Rain is falling.
The newly wet grass, the smell of everything being cleansed.
Rain is falling,
The world turns upside down again. How?
Rain. Is. Falling.
Angry minds, annoyed moods, calling forth the spirits. Of whom?
Rain is falling.
The heavens are crying. Why?
Rain is falling.
And so are the shedding of the souls who left. Where to?
Rain is falling,
Making people remember, making them hurt, forcing them. To what?
Rain is falling,
That`s the power given by. You? Us? Them?
Who are "them"? And who are "us"?
Who are "you"?
Rain is falling.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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