Good Old Whistle

[Intro] Cold rain gets a home wet.
How much season would pass since then?
The sound of the good old whistle sounding in the distance.
A small melody wakes up in the depths of the chest. [Verse1] I look for you in the other side of the wicket. The playlist which I listened to by the corner of the platform where a raindrop splits open at that night the decade ago is still doing a refrain in my head small. Brightness of the awkward laughter and the neon of the town which missed the last train which I shared in two people revives like the yesterday's thing vividly at all. I change, and even many promises that were not fulfiled just gets my step wet to a fragment of the endearing memory coolly now. [Pre-Chorus] Only the temperature of your voice to remain in the ear though the words that I exchanged are lost by passage of time saying it is saying "it is much same" and should have disappeared remains without still fading for some reason. I remember the pain of those days calmly at a place of the wait while shaking an umbrella. [Chorus] The home of the station where the music of that day intersects a rainy smell.
A whistle sounding in the distance pulls back the time of two people.
I met eyes of moment, your who looked up incidentally. Confusion mixes with nostalgia in a chest intensely.
Though time called the decade kept us away, all is rewound at this moment. [Verse2] The days when I talked all night in a late-night cafe until morning.
The notebook which I drew a future map with two people and hit.
Only I who was reflected in your eyes was all world. But the promise turns a form and passes away like fog, and why are we just breathing the in this way same air though we should have begun to walk each way? Even the cold raindrop to get the shoulder of the coat wet soaks into my heart in the sadness and painfulness of the melody that I listened to in those days calmly. A smile not to change and an only slightly precocious profile. [Chorus] Only the temperature of your voice to remain in the ear though the words that I exchanged are lost by passage of time saying it is saying "it is much same" and should have disappeared remains without still fading for some reason. I remember the pain of those days calmly at a place of the wait while shaking an umbrella. [Bridge] Though only the number of broken promises shed tears, there is today's us simply because I had the pain.
At night this good old music that was going to forget your warmth of the hand always saved me. [Chorus] The home of the station where the music of that day intersects a rainy smell.
A whistle sounding in the distance pulls back the time of two people.
I met eyes of moment, your who looked up incidentally. Confusion mixes with nostalgia in a chest intensely.
Though time called the decade kept us away, all is rewound at this moment. [Outro] You who tip an umbrella calmly smile.
The sound of the whistle going away dissolves in fog.
The blank of the decade cannot turn off the footprint of two people, and good old music finishes playing the last note.