The early summer sunshine's bright
And the summer breeze's light...

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

Everyday
I try to concentrate...

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

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

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

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...

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...

I call your name
You pretend to not have heard me...