Rain is falling.
The night quietly spreads its feathers,
And the rain whispers in the yard
Like little chicks chirping secretly.

The waning moon was thread-thin,
And a warm breeze blew
As if spring was about to flow down from the stars.
But today the rain falls on this dark night.

Rain is falling.
Like a kind guest, the rain falls.
I open the window to greet him,
But hidden in the whispering, the rain falls.

Rain is falling
In the yard, outside the window, on the roof.
Planting in my heart
Joyful news no one knows, rain is falling.