when i cry it doesnt matter
kiss the finger of the rain

when my thoghts
about it shatter
i wish icould see you again

when your skin shines with
a bright glint
kiss the broad face of the sun

when im sure there
was no hint
dont let me know
if you are gone

you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you

and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your [bad word] 
when you laugh i should
not care
kiss the dirty
tear-soaked ground

when you are not there
i feell you all around

you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you

and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your [bad word] 
fragile glass
and the result must be
destroy

you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you

spring is silver
the autumn gold
but your colour remains
cold