I'm jealous of the rain.
It knows where you are.
It can be fragile before your eyes.
It can show itself to you.
while I couldn't.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoesiaWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
Jealousy
I'm jealous of the rain.
It knows where you are.
It can be fragile before your eyes.
It can show itself to you.
while I couldn't.