Drowsiness blinded my eyes.

it rains in the dark night?

The hum of a song softly embraces the romance of the soul.

The mind greets a face that's nearly drowning.

In the ocean of dreams, the breather of the night.

Fighting the rain, sipping on the nameless traces of the world.

He who tries to read the direction.

In the darkness, calling out to the light hidden behind the letters.

Standing alone, trying to recognize the sound of longing.

Is he there, still fixated on memories?

Where will you run?

Letting go of the morning and trying to turn the sun.

Are you still asleep and dreaming?

Adore love without worldly thirst?

Memories of the rain call you and still call your name.

Even though wounds try to distance you from the cycle of time past.

The moon there still misses you.

To return to it, without wiping away the tears of rain from your face.

Here, love.

Wrapped in a blanket, warming your body.

The cold reaches your hands.

Seeking a gap.

This rain was so different.

It was different because it was at the end of the night.

The silence gripped me with boredom.