The golden streams of sunshine
feels warm to my skin and soul...

The pale light of the moon is like fluorescent...
Cold and colorless in the dark...

You're resting against a big tree
The soft breeze stroking your hair...

I'm here
But no one sees me...

I admit you're beautiful
i admit you're kind...

I run through the city at night
My eyes blind with tears...

Everyday
I try to concentrate...

On the bus
Sitting at the very back seat...

I'm crying in the dark
Crying for help, for forgiveness...

It happens
And when you realize...

I'm waiting at the bus stop
For my bus to come...

Your words are killing me
It's like a cold sharp knife...