In the morning
icy raindrop climbs up my cheek
painting a dream
mischievously
hoisting one sail after another
shadow of loneliness in silence
starts to stagger
in a busy world
decorate the hustle and bustle
with a smile
perhaps it's the distance
that affects the heart
perhaps it's ordinary
that is the nature
can't say for sure
rain is still falling
the story continues.