U..

There was one time I was unable to close my ayes and you came

just talking about little things...

There was one time I flushed blosom on my own way just heard you call me by that name

There was one time I feel comfort being near you

like a little girl who gets all thing that she ever wishes



There in the old rain now we are different

You have you'r own rain like i have my own too



However sometimes I miss the past like staring at the face in silence

When the spark softly came with the smile... single smile that i love most

When a thing in brown speak with his own language



It not just a word.. more than everything

Let me see it.. just one's more

Too make sure i can find the same spark

although we not in the same rain



You who have the shine brown aye's

You who are laughing at my stupidity

Find your own umbrela cause i'll find mine too





some how i doo miss U

the one who have nice brown aye's and never realize it....

an now i miss the street.. our street