Rain

On the bus...way home

I'm wondering about...rain.
Why do I love rain so much?
All the memories of depressive 2008...
Why do I reminisce...why does it mean so much to me

maybe because I liked the time when I had a goal to live for
maybe because I dreamt

not anymore....all grown up now. Although I'm still young,
I feel ...different. Weary

Everytime I take a step foreward, somebody takes a step back...
I loose what I love.

Rain reminds me of you.