The raindrop travelled down the dusty window
Like autumn teardrop born in sinful dream,
Or tiny sheer prism cast by infinity,
Carrying the secret code of the eternity…

Its trace was clean and bright among the dust,
It showed the innocence of the weeping souls
And like a final cry of desperation,
It tried to uproot your sorrow...

It held the breaths of bygone summers,
It washed away all lonely dreams,
It merged with thousand, once shed tears,
to make alive again the love for you…