and as always, in love, i am suffering,
and as always, in spring, i’m still cold,
and as always, the rain smells beautiful
and i’m just about to stir,
i don’t want the summer to come
and as always, in love, i am suffering,
and as always, in spring, i’m still cold,
and as always, the rain smells beautiful
and i’m just about to stir,
i don’t want the summer to come