When I wake up in the morning
The flower on my bedside table is wilting
The blank page of my notebook is
Lying by the pillow

There is an empty space
Where my love was
Yesterday just became today
“So, where shall I go from here?”
Moody sky is about to rain

I filled a vase with
A bundle of morning coldness
The reflection in the mirror
Assure me I was OK
Then I turned around and went outside
“Well, where shall I go now?”
The moody sky is about to rain