The first drop of the golden star
Peered in quietly, coming from far.
A few rays brushed the window pane.
No sign was left of the midnight rain.
Last night the sun blushed and set.
And in the rain, the night was wet.
Now, the sun has come back in all its glory.
A phoenix's rebirth it reminds me of.
No matter how hard you fall,
You never lose it all.
Just like a beautiful dawn
You'll come back from where you've gone.
This lovely dawn sparks the thought
Of a glorious comeback - so, despair not.