Drops of rain beating on my window

Without a purpose in the night or a specific goals.

A goal without a plan is just a wish!

My expectation is big,

The roses are smiling,

In the window are fantastical silhouettes

Up in heaven where desire is blue.

Suddenly moonlight is falling

Large pieces of snow along to the home are closed

Remained rendered in the eaves old pipes

Eaves groan in pain suppression in endless tormented ice stone.

My harmony, my nostalgia, my feeling,

I just wait for you always

You’re spring rain…