Last night, Rain falls down with an empty heart on the crowded street, Rain falls from so high that my heart was broken badly with agony. The wind outside the room howls, and it was soft yet cruelly passing overin silence. Somewhere in the deep memory a song raising once more:how can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you mend a broken heart? Not yet. No need. Turn back? Bleeding yesterday should be licked in a corner, and be pretend not existed. Not at all. Ever. Never.
June 14, 2008, early morning
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