rain

slowly drops fall ... Like people.
drops slowly die ... Like people.
but the drops was born again ... not people.

a rain day makes me think...


it is night. everything is dark. I'm alone. I remember that night when I was with you. beautiful memories. memories that will not return
I look at the sky and the clouds are your smiling face. your beautiful smile ...


here's a very beautiful song of a very good singer: Bruce Springsteen.

X.O.X.O

ari :)