It's a rainy day, I'm thinking of you, what shoud I doCan't call U for no reason.
Why does the sound of insomnia become so familiar?
Silence replaces you and accompanies me for the rains to stop.
Waiting becomes heavier and tiring.
Who is like me that just can't wait for the one we care?
Loving you teaches me a lesson of loneliness.
I'm tired while holding the umbrella and wiping away my tears..
What kind of rains, what kind of night, how could I have become so you can remember me?
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