The first good-bye, a promise, rain in my cheeks
He said he will write, he's a liar
Hiding to mom, a red phone in the evening
Attending school? You are not home today, too?
You seem vanishing like that home-run
in the summer Little League we used to cheer
It's just a little hill road towards that city
but why is giving every step is so tough?
The neighbour city is far, and the sun is setting
as those day when we were kids
The first good-bye, a promise, rain in my cheeks
He said he will write, I want to see him.