I don't dare to call you , I can't seem to find a reason to.
Why has the sound of insomnia, become so familiar?
The silent scene has replaced you, waits with me till the rain stops.
Anticipation makes people more and more indulgent.
Who's like me, not able to wait till the one arrives?
When I fell in love with you I learned, the taste of loneliness.
Holding an umbrella all alone. Wiping away the tears all alone.
It's really tiring to be all alone.
What kind of rain? What kind of night?
What kind of me will allow you to miss me more?
How big does the rain have to be?
How dark does the sky have to be for you to be considerate towards me?
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