After Tragedy

The rain will continue till the end of tragedy .
I don't know where to send a message to God.
For the grey cloud pressure my feeling.

When a Holy spirit rise,
A evil spirit fallow.
The world is endless fighting,
Between holy and evil.

The chaos was there,
When people hesitated for friendship.
But I sat in a corner and watch,
The city was grey but with smile.

People will be generous when you try to feel.
Even be tempted by evil,
We insist on to do good!

Till tomorrow ,sunshine again!