The raining seasons
The hitting
drumbeats
On the roof and on
the ground
And we hear the
frogs croaking loudly
The rivers and ponds
respond
The rising tide of
water
The frogs will jump
high
Freedom! Freedom! To
be free!
The shackles unchained
to live free
Unload the bad
behind
Forget the time
push for tomorrow
The frogs jump in
every direction
The hunters will
collect the frogs
It will bring them
handsome profits
When the season is
over and done
A new game can be played
The raining seasons
The time of the
frogs
Nobody is going to
complain
It’s the essence
counts
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