It hasn’t stop raining, and I’m still here
waiting for you, will I ever find the meaning of my life?
I ask myself when I look out of the window and the drops fall.

Thinking about everything, I see a storm coming in the distance,
everything must be a dream, I say, but it is getting closer and closer,
that storm wasn’t fake, sitting still, I observed that storm
that was coming toward me.
This is a signal.

Through wind, rain, and hail I walk,
the journey is treacherous. But don’t rush,
there is a meaning behind it and I’ll find it.

They’ll tell me it’s still winter outside,
but I have my own spring inside, in that storm, following that sign.
Will I really find the meaning of my life?

Going through all that rain, wind, and hail,
I discovered that long-awaited meaning,
without a doubt, not everything was as I was hoping,
it took a long time to figure it out.
And sometimes I wonder how, but here is where I am now,
it’s really hard, I’m not gonna lie.
You’ll find a meaning every day, and that will never change.