of the highest building here.
I'm thinking why my whole life
is so extremely weird.
The raindrops are still falling
into my coffee-cup.
Right now I'm hearing clearly
their every single tap.
I don't care about weather.
I don't care about rain.
Meanwhile I am still drinking
my coffee with the rain.
It's rainy night and from here
the whole world looks so small.
I would like to jump from here
and I would like to fall.
The sky is so close now but
the moon's gone away.
The night became so dark and
everything is gray.
There are some days and nights when
every thing's insane.
And only thing that's left me
is coffee with the rain.
I'm thinking about the future.
I'm thinking about the past.
I know this very moment
can now become my last
There are some stupid people who
don't want to ask why.
There are moments of life when
you just want to die.
I don't care about falling.
I don't care about pain.
I still have my last swallow
of coffee with the rain.
