Lyric

When the rain begins to fall, I wanna let it soak my skin

Feels like it could wash away the dirt that’s living deep within

And the old music box I wind alone each night

Quietly carries me back into the faded candlelight

I stare far away

In front of me, the scenery remains the same as yesterday

Whispering softly, like a gentle voice that calls

“Welcome home,” beneath the sky that slowly burns to gold

With the shadows stretching long behind my back

I searched the burning sky for the very first star

In the quiet dusk, I felt the world turning

Like a dream returning home

Even the way I speak has changed in quiet pain

Every path I traced now feels like it could talk again

Rushing birds hurry back into the twilight trees

Smiling at the empty sky as if it brings us peace

Searching tomorrow

The scenery approaches with a bittersweet echo

Softly whispering as my tired eyes reply

“I’m home,” like a prayer dissolving into night

In the days that hurry past without a sound

I felt a hollow haze, a drifting Nostalgy

In the fading town, I held the quiet ache

That refused to disappear

In this heart, too many voices gather like machinery

“Good morning,” someone says — but only on the screen

Morning sunlight hits the street I walked last night

Holding weary hands, I face the same old view again