I moved to this city long ago it never stops raining, I have never seen the sun. People who have seen the sun say it is like a shining star in the morning sky. But here it never shines like a shining star; the clouds are so dark, that no light comes through. People all was stop at this city to say hello to me and tell me their sad stories but after a while they say goodbye or they never really leave. I hope you come and say hello to me and share your sad story. You might stay with me forever or you may not. But I will all was be here so now you know my story, may you please tell me yours.