歌词
Down this old street, under a clouded sky,
Leaves rustle whispers, as the world passes by.
Rain taps on my shoulder, a gentle, rhythmic sigh,
Memories in each droplet, that softly ask me "why?"
(Chorus)
Oh, the rain, it falls, stitching puddles like lace,
Casting mirrored worlds upon the ground's embrace.
Under my umbrella, the world slows its pace,
Finding joy in solitude, in this quiet, gentle place.
(Verse 2)
The air holds a chill that wraps around my core,
Every drop a melody, a tale of yore.
Though alone, I feel the warmth of those who walked before,
Their echoes in my heart, a comforting folklore.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rain, it falls, stitching puddles like lace,
Casting mirrored worlds upon the ground's embrace.
Under my umbrella, the world slows its pace,
Finding joy in solitude, in this quiet, gentle place.
(Bridge)
Autumn's breath, a mellow, melancholic tune,
Every step in rain, a dance under the moon.
In this watercolor world, I'm a painter, I presume,
Sketching shades of gray, till the sunlight resumes.
(Outro)
So, I'll walk a little longer, let the storm gently trace
My path in this season, every sorrow to displace.
With each step, the rain writes my serene solace,
In autumn's tender rain, my heart finds it's peace.
Down this old street, under a clouded sky,
Leaves rustle whispers, as the world passes by.
Rain taps on my shoulder, a gentle, rhythmic sigh,
Memories in each droplet, that softly ask me "why?"
(Chorus)
Oh, the rain, it falls, stitching puddles like lace,
Casting mirrored worlds upon the ground's embrace.
Under my umbrella, the world slows its pace,
Finding joy in solitude, in this quiet, gentle place.
(Verse 2)
The air holds a chill that wraps around my core,
Every drop a melody, a tale of yore.
Though alone, I feel the warmth of those who walked before,
Their echoes in my heart, a comforting folklore.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rain, it falls, stitching puddles like lace,
Casting mirrored worlds upon the ground's embrace.
Under my umbrella, the world slows its pace,
Finding joy in solitude, in this quiet, gentle place.
(Bridge)
Autumn's breath, a mellow, melancholic tune,
Every step in rain, a dance under the moon.
In this watercolor world, I'm a painter, I presume,
Sketching shades of gray, till the sunlight resumes.
(Outro)
So, I'll walk a little longer, let the storm gently trace
My path in this season, every sorrow to displace.
With each step, the rain writes my serene solace,
In autumn's tender rain, my heart finds it's peace.
