Better Come

Better come 2008.7.29 The heavy rain outside the window is rampant, There was thunder and clap inside the window. Madness makes me restless, All that remains is the uncontrollable trembling. Missing the tenderness of spring rain, Remembering my mother's gentle words. Tired of this abominable ravage, How could you be so inhumane? Don't come, You never stop coming. Look at my labored breathing, Have mercy on me and cry sadly. No Come on! I know you won't give up just yet, Then use your unfeeling to vent your anger. Come on Come on! If you want to come, come once and it's enough. Even my last pulse was cut off. Conception: