There is light rain in the sky, as if God is weeping.
He stood on the street, looking at the busy world, and his heart was surging like waves.
Why are you treating me like this? What did I do wrong? Isn't it because of the special nature of the system? But this is not something I can decide. . . Why abandon me? Why? ? ?
If I were to live again, I only wish we had never met. You are you, I am still me. . . .