After a long rain,
The winter is here again.
Yes the milky clouds are sailing
In the transparent sky.
Which you left for me throughout the days by.
Now my life is an unbound book,
Though the path is rough and crook.
I am trying to cross it through out the way,
But yet I have to cross it in one another day.
Yes the time passed but nothing changed……
Only how much water mingled in the bay.
Look at the cloud, there in the sky.
Slowly drifting by,
Yes that’s the way,
You started drifting
And now a distance of far away...
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