Rain is falling again this morning.
And I'd sit alone here, before my own dreams.
To get what the nature is saying.
The ever changing beams.
The rain falls even harder.
And alone still, I am sitting beside it.
And even if I can't retry,
I will always try to love.
Because every morning I spend,
is already filled with rain.
And every hatred surfacing,
shatters in this vast ocean of life.
So tell me once again, if love is dying.
Because you might be the one who is.
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