Feeling Down...

We've finally found the new dawn,
But time hinders us.
It's not the future that we turned towards;
all we pursued is the past.

These relentless memories won't stop ringing;
they don't seem to forgive me.
Isn't it about time? I feel my way through.
Tears of conflict brim and roll down my tired cheeks.

I wonder when will the rain stop?
It's been so cold for a long time.
Why does the rain choose to fall on me?
Should I lose myself in it?

The rain does not know how to stop;
it continues to fall as always.
While that, in this umbrella gently held out to me,
I snuggle towards the warmth.