For Melissa C.
Feels like rain, dearest little.A swift wind crosses the clouds that darken the sky.
It surely looks like rain.
The music is always on our side, just like beauty.
The long nighty night talks without voices but with our words.
Come rain or come shine, hahaha.
Let's keep living, dreaming and doing.
Nighty night, dearest.
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