The golden streams of sunshine
feels warm to my skin and soul...

The pale light of the moon is like fluorescent...
Cold and colorless in the dark...

I admit you're beautiful
i admit you're kind...

I'm here
But no one sees me...

I run through the city at night
My eyes blind with tears...

You're resting against a big tree
The soft breeze stroking your hair...

On the bus
Sitting at the very back seat...

It happens
And when you realize...

I'm waiting at the bus stop
For my bus to come...

Your words are killing me
It's like a cold sharp knife...

I call your name
You pretend to not have heard me...

The early summer sunshine's bright
And the summer breeze's light...