Raindrops dancing in my hand.

Hello, my name is Briseis.

I can't do anything, I just want to tell my story.

   Lately, I saw a boy in the red jacket, jumped beneath the stars.

   He was helping me to count the stars, I know I know he was treating me because I'm only 8.

   He told me "the stars is too much so I can't count it for you litle girl".

   And at that time, I feel so bliss.

   He was on my random dream, I was ever dream of him eventhough I don't know his name.

   The rain was fall as slow as I saw his move, na.. na.. na.. na.. and the cupid was singing to us.

   I heard the most romantic words in a silence, the old town seems so new.

   The gray day turn into the sunny day.

   Till I heard a single voice, " honey, you have to get back to your mom! she must be confuse where you are".

   The rain washed the street, we're wet.

   He took my hand, and I felt my heart beat.

   If I have to wish for one thing, I would wish I could born 15 years sooner.

   I bet this boy is 23.

   He brought me back to my mom and then he said his farewell.

   I'm a bit of disapointment.

   But, at least I still can feel the raindrops dancing in my hand, when I recall that moment.

Hello, my name is Briseis.

I can't do anything, I just want to tell my story.