I am in a solitary room
looking at the big moon
I am thinking the days of last year
I call them Better days.
I miss the crowd, I miss the rain
I miss my love, I miss the train.
I just think about the days.
My parents usually remain very update,,
which make me very upset.
I don't see news, I don't count days
I only live for Better days.
But there is a light which I can see,,
None can understand except me.
I hear a sound ringing
Better Days are coming,,Better Days are coming. 🙃🙂