it's been rainy these days. so unpredictable cause it should be dry season coming up. truthfully, it was sweet, even though in the end, i know that this short-season soon will last.
it got me thinking..
i ask the sun,
what am i to you?
why you do this to me?
why can't you make decision?
it was hard being me, so were you.
we're trapped in this short-season. we try not to think that it surely soon will last.
the sweetness whisper of the wind that i could listen for hours.
the warm embrace that drive out coldness night.
the sound of water drop that could led me into the wildest dream.
it was all like a dream. yes, a dream, that could be over after one wake.
unless, you could stay a little longer.
unless, you chose to make me stay a little longer too.
i'll stay right here in the rain, hiding my sadness, waiting till the day sun will took its decision.
i hope it'll be in time, before the short-season's over.
