In the scorching heat of summer


I was hoping for a shadow,


It was like an water station in my life


When I was on the road.




In that first drop of rain


I was hoping for an umbrella,


You were like a floating tree


When I was flood.




During the winter fog


I was waiting for Light,


You came as a mud house


When I was in the bitter cold.




it's not summer, nor it's raining today


It's not winter alone,


Still, I have questions


"Why am I alone today?"


"Why am I alone today?"