The river flows into the sea, where does the sea go? It has nowhere to flow to, won’t it one day overflow? As the waves breaks on the shore and retreats, quietly, what does it want to convey? The season is rain, rain, and rain. Although there are days of melancholy, thanks to yesterday’s rain I was able to hide my feelings. Even I was surprised when I found myself overflowing. But, I understand that the time and the tears won’t just be washed away. I hope that tomorrow too, will be sunny.

“All the tears we shed, where do they go.”