Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

No teas come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.