Or maybe time doesn't matter anymore
We're now sitting.
Inside a four-wheel machine.
Engine's loud,
But we were quiet.
The clouds started crying.
The tears run down the glass window.
You held my hand
I rest my head on your shoulders.
The rain didn't matter.
My sunshine is right beside me.
I thought,
If this is how it feels to run away,
now I understand why many people do it.
