The river water turns white
As rain turns to falling stars
In every spark I find you

Every tear turns into bullets
That punched through your heart
Though blown up mine

I see you under every lamp post
Waiting with smiling eyes
Waiting for me

Was the letter written too late?
Was the song sung too late?
Was I too late?

I let the water flow
Til they turn into a river of memories
Ever flowing

The river water turns white
In every falling star
You are there