Oh I'm 16 now.

It's raining hard outside.
I'm eating the birthday-cake which comes a little late.
All these taste sweet.

It's been raining all day.
It gets cold again.
I've been living here for more than a decade of years.
Everything goes.
Everything goes.

It's still raining.
And you still haven't replied my massages.
Oh you said you would bring lunch for me.
Oh you always promised me. Without action.
It doesn't matter. I said to myself over and over again.
Because I know that...Even I care about this, nothing will change.
He won't appear on my way home.

My friends, they all become different.
But I'm still ordinary.
And still don't know how to be brilliant.
I still live my live in my way. A simple way that never changes.
Just read my books. Listen to the punk music.
I'm wondering. Who will I be in the future?

Oh. Oh. If you come back in my life.