When it rains, it pours
It's raining, endlessly, outside the window...
Rememberred how I expect it when weekend comes, time to free my mind from sorrow, to shine my eyes by colorful sunrays from the sea surface's reflection. How I love the view of the Goddess to the sea, from the highland of the mountain, taking care and praying for poor fisherman to be safe from harm, and the island to be safe from storms.
Where have the sunny days gone?
Rememberred how I expect it when weekend comes, time to free my mind from sorrow, to shine my eyes by colorful sunrays from the sea surface's reflection. How I love the view of the Goddess to the sea, from the highland of the mountain, taking care and praying for poor fisherman to be safe from harm, and the island to be safe from storms.
Where have the sunny days gone?
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