How does a runaway bride sounds like to you?
There were tears more than laughter...
There were disappointment more than happiness...
When I am sad, somehow the sky turns grey...
When I am in tears, the wind starts to come and lightnings came along...
As though the sky hears me, feels me, sees me...
The rain tags along as if it is crying for my heart...
The trees swinging and swinging as if they were wiping my tears off...
I see lamp post through the window...
As if it is showing me a way out of darkness...
Is there?
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