When you tried to run from yourselves once again,
You found your way up to the roof in the rain.
You stood in each other’s arms under the stars,
Your clothes lay beside you — the rain left its scars.
The wind saw you there, alone in the night,
And covered you close in cold leaves, pale and light.
The moon seemed to shine just for you that night,
And the sun changed its hours to rise with the light.
And even the silence stood perfectly still— It never could do that, but did ,but it still
In that single moment, beneath the cold rain,
The whole world knelt down, silent again.
A spark ran down your spine… like a dream in the night,
So beautiful, tender, and burning with light.
When daylight came and we could not be found,
Let night keep the truth — not a word, not a sound.
The rain may erase every trace… our names,
But the night will remember the touch of your hand…
As the rain fell silent, the world rose again,
The cold took you close in its frozen embrace.
The rain washed away every moment and year,
You slowly turned colder — forever... I fear…
Your clothes still lay on that old roof alone, No one cared to hear the rain’s sorrowful tone.
The moon burned away behind gray window glass, And dawn wore the face of a stranger at last.
And people rushed by, with their eyes to the ground, Not knowing that someone was never found.
Only pain, silence, and one fading star,
We vanished, leaving nothing… but a scar.
When daylight came and we could not be found,
Let night keep the truth — not a word, not a sound.
The rain may erase every trace of our names,
But the night will remember the touch of your hand…
