Rain moaned back down the cheeks
It flows like a creek
A thousand shadows flooded
Until the headroom space is not endless
Longing to come like rain
Rapidly stabbing without hindrance
Knock on the door of the mind room
Destroy all the memories
Memories of the good old days
When I carve it with you
Who is now transformed into a longing bunch
There is no meeting point
Wet is all my heart
The rain only left sad
Hope the meeting is a pseudo
Even you have become the past
