seven years

Outside, the rain is falling in the tin roof. Inside, i can feel the slowness of this season, that gives content to my heart. Now, I go back of those days that I used to go outside and play in the rain with my childhood friends, making dikes in the mud, or mud fighting as if it is snow; the stronger the rain the more we love it, we will never stop until it's really cold as ice, or mom is calling for hot porridge or when it's already "mask rider black" (of course we have to watch that, we never missed a single episode :D).

Until seven years ago I can do those things. I wonder why I cannot do it right now. And it gave me an odd feeling of nostalgia while listening to the music of Norah Jones.







Seven Years

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone