It's rainy whenever I think of you.

Is it pleasant that I run in the rain?

Rain,thank you for a wounderful encounter.

In addition,I have talks with you.

You never cry for me.

You never smile for me.

You never hurt me,again.

You never hurt me,again.

I understand it.

The fate rounds us.Like a shooting-stars.

So,I'm not you.You're not me 'say?

I am always same as you.

Is it lucky for you?