It is rainy night.
Quite, calm and I'm alone.
Here, in my bad.
I'm going to write poem.
It is when I think about her.
Wishing that we can be together someday.
But words won't come out and I stop thinking words to extend my feeling to her.
Now I'm tired.
I think I'm just going to listen the harmony of raindrops and fall to sleep.
She already knew how much I love her.
Only that she hasn't known how good we can be.
If only we're together.
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