Leaving me day and night looking sad,
And gone like dreaded leaves on the ground of autumn.
Our yard is so colorful,
Street overvalued with other people steps starting unfriendly
As tired rain.
Sorrow is bravely approaching my wall of cherished memories
And your voice, out of reach, fading with them forever.
For the first time I see,
It means nothing to believe in promise of a charming tomorrow.
In your dear hair, the wind is tired of planning future disasters,
Your eyes tears dried out of unforgettable fakeness,
Your mouth’s hot breath smells like a poisoned drop of lies.
Rain, rain tired rain.
Make me disappear into sleep,
As you make those puzzles fading and combine entire earth
In an innocent angel of a crystal.