I must be crystal clear, because you look right through me...

If I'd give you all the pieces, would you puzzle me?

We're on a road, we're still driving, but I can see the end...

This little raindrop has the same problem as I have: You're falling and falling and somewhere in the middle you realise you can't get back into your cloud...

Is there something like fate? Because then I would be able to trust that it will be allright after all...