Crying Rain

The rain that started falling into the dry asphalt. I coldly wrap up this hand that is mixed with a slight fever. Without seeing the tears I walk turning something into the victim. As a result I even end up betraying you, but you know, it can change I remain like this until I will throw awaymy hope. Always with you I want to see the same dream like you .....

The repeating days are soaking us more and more. Even that painted place of that day, the downpouring night is never stopping to cry. The night is crying....crying.....