Our city starts to rain,，flavor bitter and sour
And trees start to shake，with the greens falling
walking is the Man with his dazzling eyes never
never watch through the mist and shining

　　Drops vanish down the Drown, turbid drops
with blemish blending Inside，and spliting again
walking is the man with his tired ears pop
hearing no sight of the drops of the vein

　　craving, pacing， hesitating, but nothing the man‘s doing
is saving the earth， the heart， the river flowing