Rain poured down, but I wanted to see something that rise, still my wish wasn't granted, 'coz va... Rain poured down, but I wanted to see something that rise, still my wish wasn...

Let the veins of leaves revive Let our silhouettes believe. Let the veins of leaves revive Let our silhouettes believe.

This poem is about how people treat us like a tissue paper to use and throw. This poem is about how people treat us like a tissue paper to use and throw.