People ran back on the way;
Nigel keep on his walk in the rain,
No matter his scars broke again.
People asked him the reason,
He laughed and dropped his tears;
The road had get wet,
front back left right anyway.
Neither fast or slow,
got wet is the destiny;
Since the day she left,
the rain has never stopped.
Quantity of rain such as my sorrow,
Quality of rain such as my scar;
Since we know that we would get wet,
walk, run, jump, sprint is the same....
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