It's raining all over again,
Remembering the days gone by,
The heart flied too high,
And beat for someone special.
Remembering how the days were short,
Nights were long,
Remembering those days,
when nothing went wrong.
I'm not that nostalgic soul
Who remembers old days,
When someone stood with me,
that moment is nicest to recall!
I did nothing,
She might have got someone better than me,
Whenever I witness the rain I become nostalgic.
No, I was not wrong,
She also knows it better,
The old memory is still very much alive!
She may come back or not,
I don't care
But My empty heart will call her forever.
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