If you listen you can hear the wind talking to the trees,
like words of quiet angels, or so I'd like to believe.
I don't know where I am going.
I don't know where I want to be.
But as long as I have a soundtrack
I'll make it there breathing.
And so it comes, the heavy rain...
The storm we've all been waiting for to wet our hearts and make sense of this pain,
from standing still for far too long?
..like you're just holding out for something better to steal you from these tired days that you don't want.
What are you hoping for?
Miracles happen all the time, so where is yours?
The rain, it never lies.
Writing its secrets on the window pane.
You lose your focus in the subtleties of its poetic grace.
本來只想貼一小段 結果就不小心一直po 不禁覺得全部都很棒...噗
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