I miss the good old days
when the sun raised
because of us
Now there is nothing to discuss
the night keeps silent
cause our love is dying
and the butterflies are no more flying
We can’t stop denying
but we are drifting apart
I lost my holy piece in the hell
you lost yours as well
Are we strangers again?
Do you still love the rain?
if you do, I’ll be your raindrop
Now you can tell me without fear
am I a raindrop or a tear…