Its a cold night of September 30,
The rain keeps the temperature chilly,
I could feel the coldness running through my body,
Intensified by our frigid treatment towards each other...
I do not know what happened,
Or when it arised,
Nor it was your fault or mine,
But its always this part,
I am sad...
I want to cry, let my tears flow wih the raindrops.
I am really upset with this silence,
If I will talk, you will just say, "It's all my fault!"
and will add into my misery and despair...
The rain will soon stop, and in a little while will be warm,
Will its warmness be enough for your cold heart?