As The God pours the water down to our small town, you’ll come to this road again. When you’re soaked under the roof of someone’s house, I’ll be on this silent street, looking for some bucks. Your voice will vibrates through the thick of rain, muffled by every droplet that hits the asphalt underneath. But I’ll hear you, my little trembling feet will run to you and we’ll be together once again. Here we go, a journey to what’s called Eternity through this endless rain.