In this endless sadness where I was born,
I stood in a storm of my own mind
But in hope, I had believed that in every end of a storm is a rainbow to be seen,
So let it drizzle.
Let it pour into my soul
Let it rain into my mind
Let the water touch my skin
Through these clothes of mine.
But then again, I lost hope
I felt as if sadness will swallow me now
Sadness and disappointment of this world that I have loved once
The same world that I feel like hates me.
Is it true? These feelings of mine?
I never believed them wholly after all
But my mind kept convincing me that it is true.
Does it really matter now that the disaster is done?
Oh, and wait... I'm trembling
Turns out the storm wasn't done yet
Turns out I was still outside.
But it's alright, at least I will get to see what comes after this storm.
