You don't know why every time when raining, it's just a bit feeling like a twinge of melancholy, nostalgia of the past. Mood changes as the weather. Raindrop beats as my heart. Murky wind flows over me, taking away the temperature. And the thunder flashes, then everything turns out.
The road we walked together.
The music we sang together.
The program we watched together.
......
All the past comes out like a short movie clip, playing and playing, back and forth, back and forth. The music dies down. And suddenly, stop is clicked. Segments are blown and scattered everywhere finally. You can't find them. I can't find them. I can't find my dears.
It's just a mood.
You don't get it.
I don't get it.
