#rain notes

patchouli

And the rain goes down. Pouring me by million ton of precious memories. Rain began falling down on me. Somewhere we just find out what we called as memories. Once again, Rain successfully pulling me into a solid-box, creeping away to hold on the edge. As previous, I'd loved when the rain goes down, looking outside through a window that brought me to the world. I'd very loved Rain as I love you so much ! 12/10/13 19:36