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I see myself dying by
love-drought under the
season of rain.
My heart is cold enough to
express it’s feelings that are
not vain.
All i can say, I won’t get you
back.
Then why, I’m still chasing
the one who doesn’t even
care for?
Is my love a mere
waste and lame?
I found myself awake in the
middle of the night, with the
old familiar rain in my eyes.
How could I say, it’s not
haunting me inside.
yes, I cannot love again.
Cause I cannot leave my
love behind.