the rainy eyes kingdom.

living for the hope of your call,

i can barely remember your voice,

do you still wait for me? 

or do you walk around picking juvenile hearts in the claw machine?

you were a libertine in a modern society,

yes, i’m waiting your message,

meantime i hear the records we used to share,

the bittersweet ballad of what’s gone before

and the melody of possibles uncertain futures

makes me think if i really deserved being crowned as the rainy eyes kingdom majesty,

did i deserve being left with watercolor eyes?

i made you my sacred sky,

nowadays you are a fleeting stranger

running through the labyrinth of my heart.