- Nature, you are crying!
Why do we cry?
Is it because we're all weak?
Shall we die?
People don't like
When you show them your tears,
They are longing for warmth
And gentle, soft winds...
- My tears are wonders, child!
My tears bring life!
They are balm for your soul,
I know yours, it's like mine.
Thus when I give rain
Only then can you cry.
But when returning to mortals
Your cheeks should be dry.