Through The Window Of My Eyes


I Can See The Rainy Day


Sitting In The Chair


Of My Cool Room


Looking For A Way


To Be The One I Am


It's Useless To Cry


For The Things I Once Have Known


Thinking It Will Come Back And Reach My Home


It's Like A Distant, Like A Distant Face


It's Like The Shadow On My Wall


Something That


That I Cannot Touch


A Heavenly Past That Calls


The Shelter Of My Mind


Hides My Laugh And My Tear


And I Keep On Looking For A Reason Which Is Not Here