The jasmine leaves in the bottle are no longer green, like memories that go farther and farther away
The drops of water on the window pane seep into the wall, like you who can't be gone
Slowly, this weather is perfect for thinking about you, for brewing emotions, for breathing the same air as you
Slowly, time is getting old, and my beauty, separated by a distance, can't receive the melancholy that you send
The blue rain is far away, and I am still in the same place, too late to catch your attention
It is still far away. I can't breathe the same air as you
Slowly, time is getting old, and my beauty, separated by distance, can't receive the melancholy you send
The blue rain is far away, and I'm still at the same place, too late to catch your attention
The blue rain is far away, and I'm still thinking of you and myself, playing opposite each other, and I love you, I really do
I hope my answer is helpful to you ^_^