Bright skies are ahead of us, my dear!
Do you see them?
The rising sun is glowing,
Casting our future in a golden light.
Yes, at times the rain may still fall,
But even then we shall rejoice,
For we need the rain to grow
Just as we need the sunlight.
With your hand in mine
I fear no cloud, no wind, no thunder,
For you will be at my side
To see the sun come out again.