A cold and rainy day,
And in the small cafe
The movement of people
Against the rain-streaked glass
Reminds me of the way
The wind trembles
In the yellow leaves...
Before the first snow.
A cold and rainy day,
And in the small cafe
The movement of people
Against the rain-streaked glass
Reminds me of the way
The wind trembles
In the yellow leaves...
Before the first snow.