Other than sunshine, who will come?
But outside the window, weather suddenly has changed
The Blonde you used to see did not appear
Wind and rain sweep across the street
pounding on windows heavily
A boy anxiously entering the room
would not think of what is happening inside
The tide must be rising on the shore
Today, have to give up the plan to lighthouse
Let the boat stay at sand
counting the stories of the past
On the tower, opening the thick curtain
you don’t have the courage to break away from self
Now, must directly face up to
the pitter-patter of wind and rain on the door
No wonder, their eye sight is always drifting
Her skin is clove, is charming chrysanthemum
Her eyes are pure blue of sky at noon
That weather, you have taken for granted
thus no longer appreciate, and treat it as a maid
Only when you lose her
you then realize the loss
You begin to catch on the backgrounds of changing things
But you, can never paint the passed beauty on canvas
That light and warmth do not belong to a rainy day
The rain is still dripping outside window
There comes out warm sweat from your palm
All of these, you have no control