Empty

I wonder how the rain feels when it falls. Do you feel a lot of pain? Or is this what he expects? He said He is a Grace from the Almighty. But many of the Humans who sometimes worship and then curse for various reasons.

I wonder, did the rain notice it too? When it rains like this, will I curse too? Behind the tightly closed window, the rain continued to fall. And who dares to stop him?

There isn't any. The word echoed in his skull. It throbs in every nerve even when you close your eyes, then echoes again.

There isn't any. Just like scavenging in a rusty memory. In fact, it never existed.

However, I remember in hidden memory when that Child once huddled in the dark. Trying to press both ears when anger resonated with each other. When two people yell at each other.

"Brother, what are you doing?" His sister asked but the boy was silent. Then I saw his eyes were instantly reddened and tears were flowing like rain. From then on, the boy hated commotion. When it was quiet, he would pull out a piece of paper and then make a paper crane that he learned from his classmates. Two paper cranes formed from her tiny hands. At that time, he folded happily and carried him over the bridge with calm flowing water. Fly two cranes and watch them drift away. The boy just hoped that everything he was going through would end quickly. Because for him life is like a drama. However, the drama continues to scene without an end.

There isn't any. Time has long passed. And I still remember when the Child had nothing. No, because He is not allowed to want anything. And as long as he grows, those desires rust at the bottom of his heart. No one knows. But secretly He made a shell. In a narrow crevice, He watches how the world works.

There isn't any. Maybe this was the first time the boy had lied. When his behavior seems to want to refuse, his heart is actually happy to accept. Help is like the cold before the rain. Cools his soul. And for the first time he wants to be the main character in a world drama. Because God will probably grant all his wishes, like the end of the main character. Happy.

There isn't any. Indeed, the child always remembers that sweet taste. When he was only holding a candy package. From the start, it wasn't completely empty. There are hopes and goals to be achieved. But the Child knows that the world He lives in is another scene. Forcing him to run. Pick up the clay again. And the shell he built grew even thicker. When the candy wrapper fell, the boy never regretted it. Even if for a second, even for a moment He never regrets. Because at that time, he was very happy.

There isn't any. The kid really had nothing in the end. Try not to want anything. Even when I know He hates rain. He just stood there watching. Then all I remember is a pair of glassy eyes.

"Those memories are mine," he said, clutching the raindrops.

"But the sadness that descends also destroys me," he whispered, closing his eyes.

"You shouldn't have seen my eyes" said the boy in the pouring rain.

In the end, I never forgot those eyes. As if it really was mine. Countless failures. Falling and crawling as if it made no difference. With every rain that fell, the scene kept replaying unsolicited.