I'm leaning on the wall,
Where were used to meet,
The wall on the 97th streets,
That is brimming with our reminiscences.
The more I bide one's time,
The more the timing turn longer,
The more I lean against the wall,
The more I start to miss you.
After the breakup between you and me is completed,
I sincerely hope,
That,
The rainbow will appear, rather than the heavy rains.