Kiss the rain. 5/4/2011.

Stand by the river,

kissing the lonely wind.

I can feels like he is going everywhere,

without expression, 

without a destination.

Stand by the river,

kissing him, 

trying to make him stop for me.

Love him is nothing but a dream,

so leave him silently,

then crucify my love

with company of the river,

and the rain.

and I kissed the rain,

who pours everything on everybody.