Lonely in some horribly deep thoughts,
alone in my memory deep this feeling runs.
weeping in the rain ease me of my pain
How lonely ? aware of my own ingratitude.
never ashamed, ashame of my tears.
Immersing myself in Solitude, no memory of
relief, bitterness must remain weeping in the rain;
stood stricken, so remembering the quiet place
without memories , unspeakable memories
Knowing this, it does not make me less miserable.
Fate, common Fate