She waits for the best of rains, the Earth, wouldn't she?
He waits for the best of repentance, God, wouldn't he?
They wait for the words to flow from their souls, the poets, wouldn't they?
So my patience will only make my love grow for you, wouldn't it?

Your colors faded when I opened my eyes,
What remains is your face I once use to know.
Broken and shattered into pieces are my hearts remains,
And the remains are filled with your embrace!

In tears of flame I wait for you, my love,
I wait by your footsteps, where once flowers bloomed!