Go . It's raining. Go home. It was raining , and I did not umbrela.Merg against the wind . It's a cold wind howling .Zgomotos ears . I'm breathless , choked me with ardor thoughts . But it's a good wind . Now I feel different . There's spendthrift freezes my soul .No dreams . It invalmaseste once the rain . Cad. Fall drops touch my face. So delicate for years .As sit here in this warm rain . So I feel it. But continuous steps one after altul.Nu . Hurry , do not ! Sneak through another being of my ego . I was reborn . But I have no time I was born again , and no time to die . It's a charming isolation . Only the sound of rain, steps , of wind . It's the perfect time to feel alive. A time when you yourself !