It was raining. I left my umbrella in their car. I was glad my bus came shortly after I finish work. And always that view made me jealous, treated injustice, and million questions of why it's not me in there. That university.
It stands proudly, even when it was raining. I can see people there, wondering are they students? How it feels to be among them? They laugh, it felt like they were laughed at me. At me not being student there.
And that station. You always got onto the bus in that station. Obviously you're asian. You always wear that face, that sad, unhappy face. You looked pale and thin, I wonder if you're sick. You looked like a student in that university.
Why, I wonder, why would you be sad? I could take your place as a student there, and I could only think there will be smile on my face (and probably frustrated face when an exam held).
Why, I wonder, sad-faced-girl,
why would you be sad?
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