When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.
Unable to step outside the stupid rules, I cried. My map of the future was too blurry. Wanting to fill up my worn-down heart, I just gathered things I didn't need.
Goodbye, I say, because those beloved days won't come back.
In the corner of the night, quietly, my little closed heart is starting to open up. My color is changing to a deeper and gentler shade as I take in the morning light.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.
If just being concerned and grieving for someone's future is called kindness, Maybe my worn-down heart will be filled more easily than I thought.
I make countless mistakes, but if it won't end, I want to laugh.
In the corner of the night, quietly, the wounds I've always hid are staring to close up. Someday, everything that went astray will come together and take in the morning light.
In the corner of the night, quietly, my little closed heart is starting to open up. My color is changing to a deeper and gentler shade as I take in the morning light.
I pass through countless nights and move closer to the sky than I was the day before. While I wilt sometimes, I squint into the light and take a deep breath again.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.
Unable to step outside the stupid rules, I cried. My map of the future was too blurry. Wanting to fill up my worn-down heart, I just gathered things I didn't need.
Goodbye, I say, because those beloved days won't come back.
In the corner of the night, quietly, my little closed heart is starting to open up. My color is changing to a deeper and gentler shade as I take in the morning light.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.
If just being concerned and grieving for someone's future is called kindness, Maybe my worn-down heart will be filled more easily than I thought.
I make countless mistakes, but if it won't end, I want to laugh.
In the corner of the night, quietly, the wounds I've always hid are staring to close up. Someday, everything that went astray will come together and take in the morning light.
In the corner of the night, quietly, my little closed heart is starting to open up. My color is changing to a deeper and gentler shade as I take in the morning light.
I pass through countless nights and move closer to the sky than I was the day before. While I wilt sometimes, I squint into the light and take a deep breath again.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it's a beautiful thing.