I miss
I miss your passionate stories
words that pour on me
as a light rain
those who
whom I walk with now
are nice
but they say so little
refrain:
I miss the way you easily
solved the Rubik's Cube
The Ice Storm* firstly appeared in the theaters
then it turned into weather
it glazed branches of every tree
I guess I
I guess I miss you
to tell the plots of books
I haven't read
those who
those who I walk with now
are vexatious
because they remember so little
refrain
refrain
It glazed in ice
branches of every tree