Sometimes it can be peculiarly sad.
You know?
When there’s heavy greyness outside.
It’s empty in whole.

I want much light, but there’s *******.
You see?
Such weather becomes boring to everyone.
It’s nastily.

We’d need to suffer, to repent for long.
You know?
We’ve done too much raw missteps.
No right things at all.

I don’t know how all this will turn out.
You see?
I hope we haven’t displeased the fate too much,
Nor you or me.