when i cry it doesnt matter
kiss the finger of the rain
when my thoghts
about it shatter
i wish icould see you again
when your skin shines with
a bright glint
kiss the broad face of the sun
when im sure there
was no hint
dont let me know
if you are gone
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your truth
when you laugh i should
not care
kiss the dirty
tear-soaked ground
when you are not there
i feell you all around
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your truth
fragile glass
and the result must be
destroy
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
spring is silver
the autumn gold
but your colour remains
cold
kiss the finger of the rain
when my thoghts
about it shatter
i wish icould see you again
when your skin shines with
a bright glint
kiss the broad face of the sun
when im sure there
was no hint
dont let me know
if you are gone
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your truth
when you laugh i should
not care
kiss the dirty
tear-soaked ground
when you are not there
i feell you all around
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
and it doesnt mean enything
i dont long for your truth
fragile glass
and the result must be
destroy
you reflect the reality
the worl listens to you
spring is silver
the autumn gold
but your colour remains
cold