Fruit Stand

By the time I wake up, you'll be long gone Like a fruit stand in the evening I pass on the left Everybody's left If it's raining, and I can't feel it, is it raining? Love is a translucent sheet Hovering above concrete Both reflective and clear Beautiful with anything, it's near When it shatters, nothing matters There is all these pieces But apart they have no meaning If it's raining, and I can't feel it, is it raining?