Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I need to wallow in
pain, agony, loneliness, tears.

Please, just shove me into a vat full of that.
I'll float, don't worry,
but I need some of that to
stop feeling so out of place,
and when I'm ready,
I'll come out.

Whether or not I was "asking for it"
Shouldn't matter