I choose the path without realising the difficulties it has,

I wanna get over it but-

I just can't get over it.

The rain has gone ,has gone with the wind it where's the rainbow?

I'm in the world where-

I'm not supposed to be.

Guess I'm not fit into it,

Better to be out of it.But I can't-

Just can't let it go of me.

You know what ,when I feel sad,I look onto the stars, thinking about what we were.
But the days have gone,have gone with the wind.

Far away,with a Philomel as my friend holding close and tight staring at the starry sky, thinking about what we will be.


© jolly