rain

Spare me some rain PLEASE!!!

I can really sense my little grey cells boiling in my head, turning and swirling and spinning like never-ending whirlpool. Why must it be so hot these few days? When will such heat ever come to an end? The scorching sun, killing every single droplet of possible vapour and snatching every single blow of cooling breeze, leaves all corners with nothing but blatant shameless heat.

老天若还不尽快来场痛快好雨，奄奄一息的将不只是四周草木，我脑袋瓜里所剩无几的创作细胞，也必将枯竭。这种鬼天气，烧得我的身体如同火炉，热滚滚的，连带灵感都烧成烟烧成灰烧成尸骨无存。老天到底怎么了？！