If you would have a garden, it would like to have a cloud,
Clammy silver dust, the silent rain is falling.
If you would have a forest, would roll deep in
(the) Yellow circular moon, the silent rain would fall.
In your dream in your evening room, as many you have,
Glitter, untill the silent rain falling.
All along wherever you go in haste
The pavement is dotty, the silent rain is falling.