The new morning we’ve finally found is being hampered by the past. What we chased after wasn’t the future, but the past so full of remorse. The ruthless memories won’t stop playing; they won’t be forgiving us for a long time. It’s about now that a teardrop begins to roll down my fatigued cheeks. Will this rain ever stop? I’ve been freezing for a long time. Why does the rain continue to fix on me? I wonder if it could embrace me. Today, the rain falls again; endlessly it falls knowing no end. We nestle close to each other to share the warmth under this umbrella, you gently held out to me.