Lyrics of Qin beast's "the integration of death and inferiority"

The stranger whispered

Said that there will be heavy rain ahead

The sweat in my palm is holding the umbrella you gave me

get wet to the skin

It's a dry day with thunder and showers

Your footprints are on the floor at my door

I can't get rid of it

It's dark

I sat at the door of the pub

I sit in the middle of the road

I'm sitting here

I was wrong

My mistake is that I can't let myself go

Pestering you

The stranger whispered

You have no news

The stranger handed me an umbrella

You disappeared long ago