Today the sunlight was unusually pretty
since morning I've been sitting at the window staring blankly
and I'm writing a letter to you.
This heart has a hidden story
and I want to reveal it but I can't
you probably know everything by now
because the heart knows the more painful things
Today the rain sound is so bleak
all day long I listen to its sound blankly
I'm writing a letter that I can't write.