It rains...

so worry about the things that imagined...
so insecure for the smoothness of the progress...
so coward to the happening...
and slowly, it makes me to believe...
believe that it's difference now...

But there's always something...
something obstacle that will hold you back~
in the worst timing...
the ugly truth...
would never accepted easily...

used to speak and sharing always,
but it changed...
quiet and silence,
maybe the best way...
just let it become a story that never known...
which hiding behind a joker mask,
sorrowfully...

waiting the chance to come or...
waiting the time to pass...
never know...