I remember the past when it's spring
and the future in its winter dreams.
i remember the first drop of rain in June
and the first plant i thought would bloom.
i miss the moment of pure silence
then a splash of thunders and lightnings.
i hate how the wind blew that day
when spring turns into autumn in may.
i feel a pain striking through my chest
when i breathe the wrong wind as I've rest.
i found tear drops falling from the sky
when i believe for what is known as a lie.
I've committed a crime; no one knows
but bailed by the rain as it flows.
i stand alone in solitude
afraid of someone's gratitude.
and this moment i won't forget
when it rains and sun doesn't set yet:
in the rainy day in Dolan
and a rainy moment in me.
