没有你的第一百十七天

rain.
i love the rain.
cause it evokes that feeling.
that crave for solitude.
somehow i got lesser things to write about you.
but loads of things going in my mind.
haha.
its kinda stupid.
by indulging in myself because of you.
but what else can i do?
to stop all the emotional hurts you given me?
tsk.
i hate to admit.
but i still cant forget everything about you.


雨下过以后是否能让什么复活