Rain

The new morning we've finally found

is being hampered by the past.

What we chased after wasn't the future, but the past so full of remorse

The ruthless memories won't stop playing,

they seem likely won't forgive me.

It's about now that a teardrop

begins to roll down my fatigued cheeks.

Will this rain ever stop?

I've been cold for a long time.

Why does the rain continue to dampen me?

I wonder if blanket could embrace me.

Today, the rain falls again, endlessly, it falls knowing no end.