Monday, November 2, 2015

The day when the rain finally pouring down.

Rain rain rain pour down like tears. Wash wash wash away our fears.


As the rain goes down, there’s a distinct feeling busting hard in my chest. The feeling I remember from that night. Now that it passed, can only be defined as regret.

Could it be the same feeling you think about at the very moment?


Sting and those feelings that still sting. Will you be there and hear me sing?