Oct 24, 2015


It is raining.

But I feel somehow quiet.

Insects are singing.

But I don't mind much.

The other, will also end the summer.

But the reality is still followed.

Rain has also lasted.

It is quietly quietly lasted.

I can not see anything when I look up at the sky.

From the sky of such a dark night, it pours rain.

Wrapped in darkness, it pours rain.

And I will be wrapped in the sound of rain.

Sound of rain is as me...
wash away the noise inside of me.

Small gift from the night sky.

The Gift...

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