~rain in my heart~

the green leaves of the oak tree,
the white bamboo fence,
she, who really wants to tell me,
it is like a painting here,
the christmas card from last year,
the scraggly beard in the mirror,
the picture begins to not have her,
i'm still pretending to be the fool,
you said you would make scented tea for me,
learn how to lay knives and forks down,
the student dormitory,
the deserted home,
i'm waiting by the phone,
yet she doesn't come,
the rain in my heart downpours,
still cannot wet her hair,
the tear corona opens the feeling of missing you on the postcard,
that sadness in fact does not have any time difference,
the rain in my heart downpours,
still it cannot drench her,
the cold wind has already passed the branches in the courtyard,
and it has cooled down the fresh flowers in my heart...