I like the way your face changes in the presence of other people.
When your hair frizzes in the humid air, it feels like falling.
And even when things are changing, it stays the same.
I'll try to explain for you those things I see in the rain. And you.
I'll try to explain to you these things I see in the rain, but you
Won't see the same way I do. You'll say, "It's just rain; it's nothing."
I'll try to explain, for you, these things.
For you.
I'll try to explain...
