It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday,nand outside the glass window its irrating sunny as hell.nI perfer the rain.nYou know when you have these days? You just can't laugh.nnIf it's possible, somebody please tell me my purpose to live.nI want to jump off from this life that's so ordinary.nNo more whitewashing.nnPeople stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all wet from not using an umbrella in the pouring rainnI'm hurting myself, and I don't even know it.nI want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain has cleared up nnThe social face, the private face, nit's nice to see you use it both so nicely.nWell, thank you I haven't thrown away being human...nNo more whitewashing.nnHUMAN GATEnShaba dababiba shubidabidaba duebidabidaba sharu rarararannnDay by day, the innocence if my voice is being burned down.nDon't you think its stupid?nBeing scammed by a same human being like yourself?nnPlease cry...just a little.nWhile you sit and cry on the bench, your future is like a crow that goes through garbage.nPlease cry...just a little.nThe morning of the fourth Tuesday, I will soon be with my people.nnHUMAN GATEnNo more whitewashing.