Sunny Day

Drip Drip Drop

The sound of the rain won't stop,

Mind is in a journey to Utopia,

Staying still by the blue colored room,

Just letting the cold breeze from the outside world,

Come to the sense of touch of mine...

Touch...

Such an action that is easy to do but so hard to understand when you suddenly got attached to someone's heart,

Dark past has been awaken,

Hormones that let such shower from my eyes have take over...

Letting me remind such past that is supposed to be consigned to oblivion..

Wishing that such sun in the middle of the rain to warm me up in this state as i cry on the cold ground