It is foggy over the dead forest..
I am not alone but I feel so lonely..
I can see nothing, I can’t see you..
All I see is a cloud touching the ground..
The rain is falling, but suddenly it stops again..
And the fog is thickening again..
Hold my hand while the fog is rolling in..
Because I don’t know which way to go..
I am afraid, please don’t walk too fast..
Don’t leave me behind, for I am very tired..
The fog is dark, isolating, and unstoppable..
Why should we go on?
It prevents us from seeing our way..
Can’t we stop for a while?
Papandayan, December 12, 2015