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I'm standing by the pouring rain,
under the gray morning rising stars,
watching times go by,
peoples driving to work,
in search of dreams and fantasy,
I sit here with this old mind thinking,
life what will it bring to me,
and why this world is so cold and lonely,
I take out a pack of ciggarettes from my shirt pocket,
put it on my lips,
while taking the first drag I look up at the pouring sky,
with a sad smile I said "I'll be alright".

summer is gone now,
Autumns has finally arrived in late october,
This oak trees in front of my house,
has begun crying towards the winds,
Shedding their priceless childhood tears upon me,
While a new cycle of life has unfolded beyond me,
October, too, has come and gone,
like a dreams with only few memories.
but I am still here breathing,
is this a misery?