I’m blinded by sunshine
that warms my face
The skies are clear
seems there’s no sign of haze
I am fine
the sun makes me strong
But will it hold on?
Who will hold
my umbrella
when it rains?
The air smells like perfume
so summerly light
A wind of temptation
is holding me tight
Yet is it a fragrance
of high quality, that will last?
Or will it fail me?
Bright neon light,
that troubles my mind
shines in the forefront
with you right behind
But when seasons change
and light starts to fade,
I’ll ask myself to late
Who will hold
my umbrella
when it rains?
everyday, and it seems to wash me somewhere far far away?
You will hold
my umbrella
when it rains