Under the rain in Paris, I'm walking alone and being covered by a black umbrella. As I'm enjoying the raindrops pouring to the ground, I see someone.

A woman with a sprig of roses in her hand, walking through the cemetery and stop at a graveyard. This reminds me to my song "Love Story" when she places down the rose on the tombstone.

I approach her, looking at her with sympathy and grinning in a soft way.