Rainy days,
Hot Butter croissant,
Hot tea,
And your warm embrace.
And so it begins...
This is a love story about lost souls;
Searching meaning,
Passing through places,
Looking for somethin'
...they don't even know.
Among the crowds on the street,
Hazel to Blue,
Their eyes meet each other.
/ /
On his bike,
Curiousity came in,
"Who is this girl?"
Ended up following her trace.
Know nothing,
The girl keep walking
Walking,
And walking.
And so it goes on and on...
One keep his feeling unexposed,
One know nothing but to lock her heart,
...afraid of heartbroken.
"No one loves me anyway,"
"She doesn't love me anyway,"
And it goes on and on.
/
Their path separated,
Running for the future,
Working hard for their dreams,
Regrets coming through;
"Should've told her..."
And yet,
Among the crowds on the street,
Hazel to Blue,
Their eyes meet once again.
Yet he missed the chance again.
/
Rainy days,
We could talk in a small coffee shop,
We could cuddle on bed,
We could enjoy each other's company,
But aren't we all afraid of falling and chasing?
This story ends 'cause no one willing to step out.
-A
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