While i'm traveling to escape (the/this) loneliness .
I look out the window, Seeing those raindrops.
Keep staring.. Thinking to myself "what if i ask you.. Only to treat me once"
i'm thinking of bad time, cause i do not feel anything ..
But it ain't like that at all
Bad things replaced by good things
They makes me tremble again.
in the end, These raindrops can't help me at all