window

There is the bright moon, shimmering stars and you.
All outside my window,

what pains me most is that i see you, how beautiful.
but i can never reach you.
For you are outside my window.

Someday i may go out and reach closer to being true,
but that i will never know.

but let me tell you where is the best place to see the beauty of the rain before the rainbow,
it is here behind the window,
for this is where you will never be cold.