Under the rain,
The first time I met her
was under the rain,
She was cold and trembled,
As a bird has a broken angel,
I gave my coat and walked under my umbrella,
In her eye I had sensed,
The first time I live and sense,
and found myself wish to have a kiss,
from these trembled lips,
As I wish the way to be more length,
Another day we met again,
not under the rain but on a train,
Every word I want to talk all the way,
On one moment she replied,
with beautiful look from her eye,
Yes, she is my beloved, my queen,
who I searched even in my dream,
Beautiful