Little drops of rain on my window, I can hardly see the mountains far away, my vision gets blurred, i give up

little drops of tears, unable to come out , I can hardly see your face, you are so close, i reach out in vain

little drops of memories now cloud my mind, these days are like a dream, waiting to wake up and hold your hand, I get sunk in the quicksand

You come and hold my hand, I hold it tight, knowing very well you will let it go,

and then one day I hope we will discuss why…