Heavy rain, wet shoes and pants, umbrella I'm holding whispered "hug me," so I did,
vehicles passing by, air is chilling me,
my lungs felt it too as light dazzling dance.
I am looking for her who dropped this familiar diary I'm holding,
diary I have red for the first time that stuck in my head,
unfortunately, parts of it got wet, it's the climax of her story,
she's looking also for someone else who gave her the diary.
Heavy rain continue, I wonder where she is.
Is this pity or care? I asked myself intensely,
she's through with the pain he gave to her as stated,
I felt it sincere it was a waste relationship
I started to cry I'm on the peak of the end,
it was real it hits me through my bone, it's like my past
I can't see anything with this tears in my eyes...
It's her, my past who wrote her miserable life with me...
I cried under the pouring rain over me