The frogs croaking
In the heavy rain
The echo rings so loudly
Hardly people want to listen
The frogs will face a bleak future
When the heat returns to the ground
They have to hide in cooler places
Afraid to get burned on their skins
The thunder rolls
The frogs don't bother
It has nothing to do with them
They only look at the glittering gold
They will sparkle their eyes
Even their minds will tap dance on it
In the heavy rain
The echo rings so loudly
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