Comments about Ryan Allen
Oh hear, Oh hear
It is not rain drops, it is my tears
Searching for my lover,
Oh where can she be?
Lover! please come to me.
She is not here, nor there
Good God lead me to her,
I`ve looked everywhere.
The spring has brought many beautiful things-
How would I be able to find her now?
Perhaps she is on the other side of the world, on her way to me
Run lover! Run!
Hurry to me before these roses wither,
Before the ending of this sunset,
Save me from growing old and bitter.