2021.11.28.
When It Rains
The angelic smile of yours is inviting somethingIt is hard for me to imagine it out into words that are readily present
The strength of my own support that I had built in the past is now falling apart
Just like how leaves fall when rain and wind strike them
My tears are falling down and I keep asking it so many times
'Who are you really are?'
The yesterday me always uttered,
'Show me that she is the owner of the soul
It is pure without being engulfed in sins
The one that knows me
The one that is willing to accept just as I am'
And I know that my harsh words after all this time are haunting me from getting closer to you, my love
I know because of that kind of experience
I mean my past action
Because of that, maybe you will distance yourself from me, my love
My tears are falling down and I keep asking it so many times
'Who are you really are?'
The yesterday me always uttered,
'Show me that she is the owner of the soul
It is pure without being engulfed in sins
The one that knows me
The one that is willing to accept just as I am'
And I know that my harsh words after all this time are haunting me from getting closer to you, my love
I know because of that kind of experience
I mean my past action
With that, maybe you will distance yourself from me, my love
The angelic smile of yours is inviting something
It is hard for me to imagine it out into words that are readily present
The strength of my own support that I had built in the past is now falling apart
Just like how leaves fall when rain and wind strike them