While you walk along the alley
Stars kiss your head,
Below flow the streams of joy
You are alone, draped in red.
You are wet, you are in hurry
As confused rain sings for you,
Clouds gossip among them
Who is this lady wet in the blue?
As rain soaks the cafe of Paris
Give a sip in your lathe,
I remain fade, lost in ages
I'm cold, soaked in my bed.
And on your way back to home
Stars are scattered hither and thither,
All that remains after the wash
It's just a watermark nothing more.
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