Today's a weird time to wonder how the rain tastes.
Feels like you want to hide from someone I am not and will never be.
You wanted a warm feeling, I brought you a thousand suns.

Now, I can feel that your skin is too dry for one more single touch.

I don't feel your lips asking for some water.

They just keep on asking how the rain tastes.

A stain is spreading on your face and it seems like you don't care about it.

Like the the sun and the ice are nemesis, you were never meant to meet.
Did you notice that sand statues die with the rain?
Wish you were made of wood.


I don't care about all the things you said to me. It just makes no sense.
How do you think the rain tastes like today?

I don't care about sweet sour sugar taste and the so called diamond pearls you were told about.

A stain is spreading on your face and it seems like you don't care about it.

Like the the sun and the ice are nemesis, you were never meant to meet.
Did you notice that sand statues die with the rain? Wish you were made of wood.


One single raindrop... and it's done.
You wanna try so leave and face it.


A stain is spreading on your face and it seems like you don't care about it.
Like the the sun and the ice are nemesis, we are wasted.
A stain is spreading on your face and it seems like you don't care about it.

Celsius and Fahrenheit don't match at all.
You'll be burned, I'll be cold.