There's one day
A group of people arrived on rainy days,
Hands holding a bunch of flowers.
I didn't receive them, and refused their remuneration.
They stood under the tree got wet outside.
Always, I have no love for the Crowd.
They arrived on rainy days, but I feel no guilty
In this season.
They neat and white included the shoes.
And later they came into my room, sat with me side by side.
All day, I remained silent with no words,
Cause can no longer tolerate the tactfully sentences.
This day, the angles named anonymous.
When we departed, the rain almost stopped,
I always thought the abyss between us, deeply.
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