I was sittin’ in my car last night
Lots of liquid went on front glass
You were very long wear your clothes
And every minute dad were looking on me through window.

At last I noticed that your room light shouted
Fathers hand already ain't holding curtain
I see how your face is glad to see my eyes
But in your eyes were some silver sadness

When the engine start'd to warm interior
I opened up umbrella and lit my cigarette
Though you never smoke before, you took mine.
Your whisper full of pain told that your dog is dead.