Waiting Rainbow
Chapter 1 is not as good as hope
I sat pensively in the air looking at the torrent of rain falling from the sky,
but not as hard as my tears that cry for the fate of self stranded in this despicable place.
In front of there looks a magnificent building, and,
That's where I work now
scavenging the remaining shred of hope.
The shadow of a happy past
family in the village
until the fateful incident that night
Just like a soap opera
I often watch my mom on tv