And it doesn’t rain
Through the glass,
They are my eyes
Those who cry
Your lost
I confused
At this time,
I am not sure
Of my experiences.
And you don’t believe me
You are surprised
For how I feel.
You will find
In another country
And even in another galaxy,
So fast you left
Which surely
You have volatilized.
And right now,
I feel the regret
Of your death
In the spout of my life,
You really dead
Me, without ripping
You off
From my heart,
Sown,
Your good herbs.
Will it stop raining
Someday,
In my soul?
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