After the rain, nothing else remain.
without a trace, it washes away, clean.
our hearts, our souls, our stains.
nothing else remains, except our stains.
our stains, what ashamed us.
the things we have done in the dead of the night.
far from any light, or sense.
you think this is nonsense?
the rain will fall.
it will wash us all.
hard rain falling.
washing, scrubbing, cleaning,
then... what will remain?
the stains.
as we are washed away.
