gold rain
when the gold rain comes, and i splash in the river
when the friends i have longed for come again
i have dearly missed an appropriate amount of strangers
when the gold rain comes
to wash the filth
maybe flood in the garden
and the good gods grope , once again
i have showered and bloomed in the wealth of a busy bees pollen
to be stuck in the mind of a child
Live the life of a man
