I like it when the sky fall down
And the water hit the ground a thousand times.
What it means when the heaven cry?
I wonder what's the matter...
Does someone up there feel all alone and sad?
Can't the cloud handle the pressure of a thousand eyes looking for the blue?
Or, is it just me the one who can't stand because of you,
Because of yesterday when the two of us hold each other's hand, because of...