Sitting in the rain
Watching it ran down with the unknown tears
I wonder
What is there for me in this life?
The footprints beside me had fade away
The hand I held tightly onto had slipped away
Somehow, somewhere
I'm alone in the middle of the road
Can't turn back to the fading past
Can't see clearly the future ahead
The present is running out of time
What
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