(Warm and rough passion)

I cannot forget the photograph which fell down as if it collapsed.
While I was waiting for you I rubbed my staggering legs. You must not forgive me.
I hear a sound in the rain, it stopped in front of me.

Only you, only you.
I don´t want to have any secrets.
I want you to understand me. Only once.
Please pretend as if you don´t see the lie as the last resort and hug me.

Ah, you can make me whatever you want, if your hand doesn´t tell a lie.
? Take and run away with me" with the knife in the pocket.
I sing to the rain, which still does not stop. Something sticks on a shirt and it doesn´t vanish.
Please, rain, wash off a rusty, stinky crime soon.

Darlyn…, now the jealousy around you was taken away,
Am I the only one who sinks into your heart?

When I met you, you didn´t use an umbrella and
Were looking at me short of breath,
I was so happy, only for that.
Then I waited that moment without any words.

We hugged, listening to a waltz of asphalt and rain.
I want to evade the almost spilling weakness and
To be devoted to the sweet kiss with you.
Your delicate hand sare filled with kind passion.
A promise in the past is left and I wave to a red siren.
Sayonara, my forever lover, sayonara to leaving you.

I believe you, you are my rough tongue as the last.
If it rains the next time we meet, I will share an umbrella with you.