One day, the world stopped without any forewarning. Spring, not knowing how to wait, or how to read the room, showed up anyway. The streets where footprints are wiped away; I who lies fallen here. Time flows on its own, without even saying sorry. It looks like it'll rain today as well. I'm completely soaked. It's still not stopping. I run faster than those dark clouds. I thought that'd make it alright. But, it turns out I'm just a mere human. It hurts so bad.