If I could bottled the smell of the wet land after the rain, I’d make it a perfume and send it to your house
If one in a million stars suddenly will hit satellite, I’ll pick some pieces, they’ll be on your way
In a far land across,You’re standing at the sea
Then the wind blows the scent and that little star will there to guide me
If only I could find my way to the ocean,I’m already there with you
If somewhere down the line, We will never get to meet
I’ll always wait for you after the rain
