And now I beg
to hear you laugh

For the very last time.

I silently wished
upon a shooting star
for that love
I truly deserved;
the moon silently watched
and thru wind he whispered

"You don't have to."

for the sun hath fin'lly granted

and when the clouds hath finished
its mourn,
I had found you-
beneath those loud
comforting rains.

Some yearns for me
others mourn for me
There are those who wanted me
and those who are afraid of me.

I hear them call
in different despairs

But none of them could really
give me
the love I always
long for.