If we could spend a night together, I'd take you to the roof of a 100 story building, when the rain is pouring and a breeze is present...
We would lay on the cold asphalt ground and look at the clouds, wiping away the rain drops that fall on our faces...
I'd get up, take you to the fence, gaurding the edge of the roof, and we'd look at the beautiful view of the sleeping city...
You will tell me those magical words: I love you...
I'd step over the fence, turn around, look into your scared eyes, and jump...
If you really love me, you would jump, too, right after me, so we could be together, forever...
But do you really love me?
No...
That's why I'm dead, and you moved on...
I still live on this roof, and every time it rains at night, I keep on rewinding that romantic evening, when you lied to me... You lied that you love me...