Listen to the above song while reading <3

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

I wish it rains all day

Cuz I'd like someone to cry for me, yeah

I wish it rains all day

Cuz then people wouldn't stare at me, yeah

Cuz the umbrella would cover the sad face

Cuz in the rain people are busy minding themselves

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

People, strangers passing by vanish like raindrops landing in the pits of the streets.

It seems to be an endless way with no destination just like for strangers with the umbrellas wandering around me without any identity or passion.

I cannot find the strength of hiding his feelings with a false smile any longer. People who spend more time under the sun are most likely to be happier. The disappearing of the sun is strengthening the despair of me.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

Gonna breathe a little slower

Cuz my life and my rap, they're usually too fast

Now everything goes back to its place

My shadow's reflected on the sky

I'm standing on the darkness

Head down, to my heels

Slow rap, slow jam, slow rain

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

Within the absence of light and under the cold pouring rain, it is strongly melancholic and the darkness is overtaking my thoughts by now and making me fall into the captivity of my inner chaos. Slowing my own actions, I just adjusting myself to the pain in his life caused by the loneliness because time passes slower when it is being passed with negativity. My head is hanging low and I no longer look at the sky because there is no light any longer after the sun has disappeared with its warmth. There is not even storminess of the rain or ruling chaos but an individuals tiredness being reflected on my surrounding and I no longer can find any source for my happiness or to at least find the energy of continuing to walk forward to my aim, to run towards my dream but only to wander.

Even after the sun and its light disappeared, I am still walking on the path that had been drawn by it. Never lose hope no matter how hopeless life may seem to be in the moment because, in the end, the sun will reappear.

The sun disappears but then again reappears. In the end, I have a path to walk on as the warmth and light of the sun is finally falling on me returning to me the hope I had lost. I look at the sky for the light to return and repair my damaged path.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

When it rains I

Get a little feeling that I do have a friend

Keeps knocking on my windows

Asks me if I'm doing well

And I answer,

I'm still a hostage of life

I don't live because I can't die

But I'm chained to something

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

The individuals wandering around me are distanced and have no path and they all walk in the same direction and prefer to deny the appreciation of the rain by using umbrellas because the acceptance of the appreciation of rain pouring on them would make them have to show their sadness to their surrounding. In the end, even if a person does not rely on others they yet feel the evolutionarily caused urge of companionship and care.

My inner voice is screaming for me to keep on moving on towards the aim. For the moment within the absence of light, it seems irrelevant to me.

Some mistake friendship with entertaining each other in good days and making worries fade for only a moment but not really caring or processing the sadness.

Even though we might have friends that love and care for us in real life, we still feel lonely sometimes and that loneliness cannot be filled up by the presence of other humans. It could be a problem that others can't solve, thoughts that others don't understand, or interests that others aren't into... it is something unique to us, something that we have to deal with on our own, or with imaginary "friends" like the rain or other objects that we attribute human characteristics to.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

Just like you, If I could

Just knock on somewhere

If I could kiss

The whole world so hard

Would someone welcome me

Maybe embrace my weary body

Please don't ask any questions

But do keep pouring forever

I'm not lonely when you're pouring

Please stay by my side

Wanna live in the ashy world

I know that there's no forever

Slow rap, slow jam, slow rain

Everything slow

When it rains it pours

It pours

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

The rain has a purifying and calming effect on me and gives me something to hold on to after the loss of the light. I wish to be just like rain to help the ones who have felt lost just like me within careless people who reject seeing the true feelings but then again the eyes are useless if the mind is blind. But I feel like I am not welcome anywhere and that the landing spot will be a hard surface and what is my own use without realizing that each individual's acts matter and can change so much?

Without light there is no courage and freedom is not given it must be won with courage. Without freedom, happiness cannot exist.