The rain droping slightly, I'm hearing the tempo, hearing the tone, hearing the rhythm of early morning rain.

The low down emotion against the weather, heavy and gray clouds cover the sky.

It cann't be seen the light, from moon and star shine. Seems that hear someone's cry, pour it some wine make it drunk whole night.

Just leave sad and sorrow out a moment. But he awake till the morning and hear the birds' sing.

Why the birds outside in the raining day? Is it sing a sorrow song for the tears as the the rain?

For a tired and sadness heart.

How would it be when he walk up and down the street, Watching the trafficlingt. And walk between streetling, one by one.

To see the shadow moving half a circle centre by his sit under his food, again and again.

Counting but he don't care the number and every second, every moment.

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