Through my windows I see,
Green grasses, leaves and trees.
It's a broken Sunday afternoon,
with grey clouds ,comes the rain soon.
What can you see from your windows sisters,
thunder, flood, lightning, dying trees?
It's a lost, painful and miserable Sunday,
only what you choose to see from the same window as me?
There're always 2 sides of every tales baby,
the one you're holding on to en' another one with me.
How would you like your dark rainy day,
while I'm having my great Sunday
