The next day, after I get out of my bed and had a shower, I wore a brown coloured knitwear as  the temperature in my room is getting lower.

I look out at the window, seeing the sky didn't even brights up althought it's already hit on 8.00 a.m. .

It is raining again-

I walk down to the kitchen, having on some breakfast which are some chicken pie and a cup of tea.

Not longer after that, I heard that voice again.

I take my cup with me and go straight to the window, seeing what she's doing for now.

Watching her singing while dancing, under the heavy rain ....

She wears the same white dress that is all wet.

Her long black hair, she let them free, leavum the rain plummet them.

I'm just wondering.... But this doesn't mean that I care about her...

But for real, is she alright?