The good rain knows its season. When Spring arrives, it brings life. It follows the wind secretly into the night. And moistens all things softly, without sound. On the country road, the clouds are all black. On a riverboat, a single fire bright. At dawn one sees the place now red and wet. The flowers are heavy in the brocade city.
God GouMang. God of Spring. Guardian of the East. God GouMang.
The good rain knows its season. When Spring arrives, it brings life. It follows the wind secretly into the night. And moistens all things softly, without sound. On the country road, the clouds are all black. On a riverboat, a single fire bright. At dawn one sees the place now red and wet. The flowers are heavy in the brocade city.
God GouMang. God of Spring. Guardian of the East. God GouMang.
