Waiting for the next morning Covering the heart crying with your figure shadow Some story is not nessary to tell to everyone Most of them can not understand and see it all Missed that i have not seen the real myself Relieving myself with simple words Some emotions should tell to the understanding one Your tears shows passion and pity I swear i will be more hard and brave Waiting, waiting for the next morning We go the place that we first met for a walking Some of snowing will be melted Your shoulders are my soft home