It doesn’t. Here’s not drizzle. But heavy rain.
I can hear it every day. But I can’t see you every day.
It makes me sad. I don’t feel good because I’m not saying goodbye to you. Because I don’t hold you, when you’re leaving. And I never feel good after you’re gone.
I know, farewell is the choice. I’m sorry.
And I will wait and hear you sing for me again.
Is this goodbye?