Today is very far away from a good day Wandering around with the sense of madness Keeping steps with melodies of raindrops Sinking in solitude of re-seized peace Feeling this is this Feeling familiar with scenes Scene after scene These scenes make me lost Making me incomplete verses An ocean of tears for a missing lover Making me finished in the sense The man goes to it The sense of leave-taking To where a good day’ll show up again Falling down into a puzzle of some idiots As the spiral patterns of galaxies open For grieving wander has taken a quest