Rain falls, dropping endlessly to the city, to the ground,　　and to the heart that is weeping as well as the dim clouds. Rea-ching out, I touched the raindrops by hand and felt something　 special.

　'So familiar, as it is tears from someone's eyes.' I thought.

　Few were outside, I could not help singing. I would rather to melt and be like a running brook that sings its own melody to　 the night. 'Can never get any worse, isn't it?' I murmured.

　Like resonating the soul with the whole sphere, the rhyme,　　the harmony almost took my breath away. The lyric went on:
　　

　　And on these quiet days
　　　　when souls embrace, so silently
　　And the rain may wash away
　　　　all these words that young lovers say…


　Wandering, singing, tears going down, I felt blended in the　 nature. But the indifference from every passers-by admodished　 me for my loneliness. Yes I AM alone, of course. Otherwise I　　should be lying on the bed chatting with my beloved. Nearly　　 have I forgot that I was abandoned. 'How does it feel?' I asked me myself. Strange, like I'd never lived, and at the same time　had I lived for such a long time that I even got bored living 　any longer.

　'How does it feel?' a voice sounded.

　'How does it feel?' so as I replied, as an echo.

　'If there IS such thing as hell, I believe that is what I am　in right now.' another voice. Maybe… mine?

　'This thing cannot go long. I have to make a change.'

　Who was it? It didn't matter and it never will. Anyway I knew where I was going, wher I was always BEEN going --

　-- HOME.