It’s a rainy day, I miss you so much.. what should I do?
I don’t dare to call you, and I don’t know the reason why I don’t.
The sound of insomnia is so familiar
Silence replaces your image and your voice,
waiting with me until the rain stops
What kind of rain and night can make you think of me..
How can I make you to think of myself..
How heavy does the rain need to be ; how dark does the night need to be..
In order for you to be considerate for me?