Muslim

There are stagnant yard after the rain, the bias is reminiscent of something, it is like tears when separation exists

When it rains, eyes are interlocked .. Not a word uttered .. Rain, please ask what he feels?

In fact, he always hoped that the rain would always come, because only rain would understand every drop of tears.

When the rain is your hug. My eyes are no longer a lake, my cheeks are not estuary. But my lips are the land for the rumbling in the chest.

Calculate how many rainstones fall, so much that my longing will come to you.