I've been hurrying himself in chest of the rain. Today I will be merged with you. I will remove the pain from my heart as much as I have in my chest. Today, I will blow these troubles to the winds of Baishakh.

The week is ending. Weekend nightlife rises.  From a week's death. Dark overthrows the day. Rain is trying to make its way. Wind and moon fighting over the nightshift. Your heart vows. No matter the