Everytime that rains, old memories shoves on my head. And pain tightens my heart.

 

This sound, that I used to love, is making me sick right now. Every rain drop makes me remember you. Am I not hurt enoght? Somehow, I can see you in the rain. With me. Outside.

Stupid memories. Why they always want to replay something is gone, that once made me happy and but now makes me cry even more? Why they want to mess up my heart even more and remember me that you left me?

 

Soon, the rain becomes heavier and heavier.

So do my tears.