Small spots ..
So many million
The flow falls into the liver rib ...
Falling, falling ...
Only this is left ...
Seconds by second ..
Minutes by minute ..
Kian turns berintik
Spilled buried hearts ..
Is this a spill ..
Why can not wait ..
Until fall, torn inward
And please accept small scratches ...
In once ...
Spilled, broken, hollow ..
Changed the time there ..
This is the name rain
All I can do is ..
Buried needle "small ...
Pain, to the crown of the foot ..
Pain, to this sense of pain ..
Pain, occasionally moaning ..
Not lost in this hole ....
