How do you bloom if you\'re covered in rain?
I feel like an antique rock, yet to break.
Will they find some thousand-year-old creature inside me?
I think not; I\'m better off being thrown away.
Drunk on my own tears,
It\'s getting harder to breathe.
Every day feels like a love affair
Where my lover always flees.
Late in the night, the city\'s asleep,
I\'m mourning the loss of my time.
The table is filled with dust;
Who cares anymore?
The barks drive me to despair.
Is it valid to cry over petty things?