Last night, feeling sad, I went to sit alone under the dim glow of a street lamp, my lute in my hands. The melancholic notes echoed in the deserted street, filling the air with sadness.

As I played, fine raindrops began to gently caress my face, mingling with my tears. It was as if the sky shared my sorrow and sought to comfort me.

- You see, even the sky is moved! While you, you remain insensitive and indifferent to my feelings...