A tear a salty torrent. Tracing the quiet geography of a sorrow without a name. Clear and wandering... a bridge between breath and weeping. I saw it in the mirror's silvered depth... A tinkling sound, drop by drop on the windowpane. Still awake, dreaming, rain bringing back memories... Like an image dethroned in the glass. Carved that fragile curve beneath the nose... Pale nostalgia whispers in the mist. The mist has left a veil... just a breath. Some memory remains when I close my eyes. Two shadows linger behind the frame... Can a reflection truly be a portal? IT RAINS WHEN WE GO BAREFOOT! To feel alive among salty puddles! A LEAP INTO THE VOID! To reach the lover poem, yeah! IT RAINS WHEN WE GO BAREFOOT! The reflection embraced my soul! Your embrace sounds distant drop by drop, To the corner of your smile I drank the salt. He gently touches her wet cheek wiping away the salt While I brush my hair back, frozen in grace. When I wake up, dreamer... a verse remains adrift. Draw the curtains to the world take me Where the echo understands me It answers with a "yes"... A stray ray of light reaches for those shadows... IT ANSWERS WITH A YES! IT RAINS WHEN WE GO BAREFOOT! To feel alive among salty puddles! A LEAP INTO THE VOID! To reach the lover poem, yeah! IT RAINS WHEN WE GO BAREFOOT! Two shadows fading into gold! The drops spell out phrases on my chest. Fading into a world I watch from afar. Just a reflection...
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