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?"
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