The lyrics "The rain is ticking and I've been crying till I'm hoarse" are from the song "Thoughts become sand".

"Thoughts Become Sand" is a song that was released on June 4, 2019 and is written and composed by Nie Xiaohui and performed by Fei'er. The lyrics "The rain is ticking and I've cried until I'm hoarse" are from the fourth line of the song. The song expresses sadness and helplessness. Faye sang the sadness and helplessness in the lyrics with her hoarse voice, making people feel that love is all about pain.

The lyrics "the rain is ticking, I've cried till I'm hoarse" is the title of the whole song, which echoes with Feier's voice, bringing people a different listening experience. The song "Thoughts Become Sand" was a hit as soon as it was released because many viewers found the emotions they wanted to express in the song, and her song gave them solace.

The lyrics of Thoughts of Sand are as follows:

What's the matter, I don't want to answer; my hair is still tangled up with my attachment to you, how can I let go of it; I'm too stupid to blame myself for being so scared of the thoughts; the sound of the rain is dripping, I've already cried till I'm hoarse, I love to have hated it and it's just a joke to me; I've been longing for a dream that you've left behind, and I've never seen it before, and the result is so terrible. The wind is blowing hard, raging in the clamor, hurt and pain I still can not let go; has bloomed flowers, was banished to the end of the world, with the years withered into a piece of wind and sand.

What's the matter, don't want to answer, scattered hair; still entangled in my attachment to you, how can I put down; blame me too stupid, the original thought is so terrible; the sound of the rain is ticking, I've cried to hoarse, loved and hated, I'm just like a joke; had a dream to aspire to, were you heartlessly thrown down, the fruit of the fruit is how so bitter and spicy; the wind is hard to scrape, wreak havoc in the clamor, hurt and hurt and pain I still can't let go; already bloomed flowers, banished to the end of the world, with the years withered into a piece of wind and sand. I can't let go of the flowers that have bloomed and been banished to the end of the world, with the years withering into a piece of wind and sand.

The rain is ticking, I have cried to hoarse, love and hate me like a joke; had aspired to the dream, was you heartlessly thrown down, the fruit is so bitter and spicy; the wind hard to scrape, wreak havoc in the clamor, hurt over the pain I still can not let go; has been in full bloom of the flowers, banished to the end of the world, with the age of the withered into a piece of wind sand, with the years to fade into a wind sand, with the age of withered into a piece of wind sand.

Reference for the above: Baidu Encyclopedia - Thoughts into Sand