Why do i often feel the falling rain, when i relax and drive back to the past . is it because the river of grief is vast, that always shall i find myself in pain?. Why is the urge to laugh or just to smile immediately rebuffed by breeze unkind that apparently is always there to rewind the tape that caught my younger years on file?.
Some happy moments then i dont deny. The moment that i wish should have been long enough. It is this thought that often makes me cry and feel stranded in the island of my past, Biter that my song is often sad; it cannot give me glee.
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