When I opened the window, the sky looked heavy The weather forecast said it will rain tonight, even. With my change of clothes and a bag, I look for a shop that has a mood of style to it.
"Why don't you have a parasol?" Someone asked me. I answer simply, "Is there rain?" A wonderful chance encounter, such a sweet meeting When I'm drunk, I shall dream
You have that look. Is he late? I look at my watch, it's getting rather late The owner of this bar is so nice, so wise Offers me a spare parasol
That's not the parasol! I will be waiting; Even if I stop breathing. I want meet him. Someday, he will come. You tied this red string around my finger.
I want to use a parasol So that both of us can walk under it. My good man, why are you? It's not untill our passonate meeting, When I'm drunk, I shall dream
When I opened the window, the sky looked heavy The weather forecast said it will rain tonight, even. With my change of clothes and a bag, I look for a shop that has a mood of style to it.
"Why don't you have a parasol?" Someone asked me. I answer simply, "Is there rain?" A wonderful chance encounter, such a sweet meeting When I'm drunk, I shall dream
You have that look. Is he late? I look at my watch, it's getting rather late The owner of this bar is so nice, so wise Offers me a spare parasol
That's not the parasol! I will be waiting; Even if I stop breathing. I want meet him. Someday, he will come. You tied this red string around my finger.
I want to use a parasol So that both of us can walk under it. My good man, why are you? It's not untill our passonate meeting, When I'm drunk, I shall dream