I Miss the Love That Conquers the World

Peeling Roasted Peanuts listening to the rain on a Saturday night in April the invisible sound Knocks, shakes, wakes my heart sleeping love selfish, struggling for survival scarred I hug the old lover today this woman in my arms if i didn't choose she will have no wounds Before long, the scent of peanuts the invisible scent outside the window, the sound of rain late at night becomes and spreads street no one can see who likes this night on this street full of loneliness of indifference Who likes it.