that day... i dream of ...
i saw a depressed figure stands during a rainy day...
the figure bowed his head so deep that i only saw shadow on his eyes..

it is in front one’s cemetery...
the figure prayed hopelessly in front a wooden sign...
the sky was raining... like shooting icy bullets on his body...

it never forget the guilty itself beard...
it never had the bravery to stand up high...
for the rain never stopped..

it not only feel the heavy rain, but warm tears also...
blending... releasing...

it’s me...