想很多事情，想很多人。搞不清楚自己到底是对什么不满。总觉得我不是真正的我。窗外不知名的树，飘动着叶子。天阴阴的。我知道大雨将至。不敢把头伸出窗外。因为我怕我抬起头看天空，我的泪会不经意流下来。因为天空给我很忧愁的感觉。我是个喜欢雨的人。喜欢雨滴落的声音。喜欢雨淋漓尽致的感觉。很多朋友都会在下雨的时候想起我，想起关于雨中我的记忆。而现在一个人在这个不认识任何人的城市。不知道，有没有人伫立窗前。想起我。
　　 下雨天了，怎么办。我好想你......
　　
　　my tea's gone cold,
　　i'm wondering why i got out of bed at all
　　the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all
　　and even if i could it'd all be grey,
　　but your picture on my wall
　　it reminds me that it's not so bad
　　it's not so bad
　　i drank too much last night,
　　got bills to pay
　　my head just feels in pain
　　i missed the bus and there'll be hell today
　　i'm late for work again
　　and even if i'm there,
　　they'll all imply that i might not last the day
　　and then you call me and it's not so bad
　　it's not so bad and
　　i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
　　oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
　　push the door,
　　i'm home at last and i'm soaking through and through
　　then you handed me a towel and all i see is you
　　and even if my house falls down now, i wouldn't have a clue
　　because you're near me and
　　i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
　　oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
　　i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
　　oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life