Running through the rain in June My memories consumed By what my father used to sigh “The faster that you try to run The more drenched you will become Until you reach the other side.” I've chased away so many nights Soaked up the city lights
But still peace I cannot find… Gazing at the autumn moon My memories consumed When I remember how she cried She gave me love simple and pure But I was searching for a cure For my selfish design…