The rain has come
With his beautiful dawn.
I'm waiting you to get home,
Every single day this heart hurted by thorn.

You never show up,
But I never give up.
This heart has been covered up
By the thorn that always grow up.

Finally, you came
With no shame
Saying my name.
You think love is a game.
You claim that you won't be the same.

I won't blame you,
For everything you've done to me.
You dont have to pursue,
Cause I dont want to be like I'm not me.