Rain — everything is somehow strange in this life
Neon erases memory like a brush
Rain — washes away the shadows of the past forever
But the scars on the soul live carefree
I won’t come back — don’t call me back
The burned bridge is blazing irrevocably
And in the reflection of the night windows
I see thousands of strange paintings
Mom, I promised myself I’d change
But in this world, it’s hard not to melt
They taught me: to believe means to fall