5 мин за четене
Through the monsoon
I'm staring at a broken door,
There's nothing left here anymore.
My room is cold,
It's making me insane.
I've been waiting here so long,
Another moment seems to 've come,
I see the dark clouds coming up again.
Running through the monsoon,
Beyond the world,
To the end of time,
Where the rain won't hurt ...
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