No more questions, no more unswers.
No more fictions, no more fakes.
You can tell me, live, just live.
But I cant to be so right.
I will go to rainy month.
With the rain I'll come to you.
Cover you with softy hands.
But its wet, its not so real.
May I try to find your soul?
Can I realy touch your hart?
May I realy be with you?
Only as a rainy shadow.
Go and be fly free in this morning...