when the season whispered his lonesome to the rain
there is a bunch of worries that i couldn’t spell
i don’t want anything
just to hold you from sun start to shine until it rises

step by step
my way climbs the hills of gloominess
when those steps are stopped in an intersection
i just want to throw all the uncertainty and weary

how this doubt has changed the labyrinth
into a circle without holes

rain drops soaked the sandy ground
hazes attached to the grass
when the serenity broken by the false sound of the night bird
i dropped my forworn and confusion
to your face that i found on my last prayer

this lonesome has finally done