These days, it felt
the same.
As if I was living
a day that keeps me
farther and farther away
from the sun.
It's gloomy,
it's all dark.
When I thought I was living the night,
I keep my eyes shut.
Today, it's raining again.
An arduous day,
never-ending thoughts.
Tomorrow is yet to come,
but tomorrow is not for me.
It came to me
like the sound of the rain,
stopping.
Fades away,
and all at once.
ㅡAnd for all these days that rained the same,
I hope it won't stop.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
These days, it felt
the same.
As if I was living
a day that keeps me
farther and farther away
from the sun.
It's gloomy,
it's all dark.
When I thought I was living the night,
I keep my eyes shut.
Today, it's raining again.
An arduous day,
never-ending thoughts.
Tomorrow is yet to come,
but tomorrow is not for me.
It came to me
like the sound of the rain,
stopping.
Fades away,
and all at once.
ㅡAnd for all these days that rained the same,
I hope it won't stop.
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