In the dawn of the day
You and me, face to face
Raining slightly
Your golden hair getting wet
My eyes getting blurry
At last, i can cry as much as i want
Feels like a glass about to brake
Borders disappear
Obstacles melting in the rain
I wish i had an umbrella though
Last thing i want is to see you sick
If you were, may i stay with you?
My eyes getting blurry
At last, i can cry as much as i want
Feels like a glass about to brake
Borders disappear
Obstacles melting in the rain
I wish i had an umbrella though
Last thing i want is to see you sick
If you were, may i stay with you?
Last thing i want is to be apart from you
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