The first drop of evening shower shuns away
as my drenched mascara flows uneven
down my already moist cheeks.
Noises of vehicles come and go,
just like my rain-like feelings crumbling
down. It's like the leftover puddles of water
all left behind, lost in time.

And it's like all I can ever see
is the impossible dream i have of you and me.
A future so dull and colorless,
the atmosphere odorless
and our eyes never met.