This existence, with nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the roof and a language you don’t understand. Your life has been dismal, and there is nothing you can do about changing the past. There is nothing to change the feelings of regret that you harbour.
So you sit in agony and think about this very moment where time feels like it’s standing still. You find your beauty in broken pieces that equal something not worthy of love. When all you have to hold onto is the hope that tomorrow will fix what has been broken today.