The summer rain that trickled down the leaves like the tears from my eyes,Leaving behind a sorrowful scent in the atmosphere.
The flowers slowly withered away,
Just like my heart.
Tears that flowed out of eyes that couldn't see.
The world was something I didn't want to see.
But I could feel it.
My other four senses that triggered off.
The smell, the taste, touch, the sound of the world going through my head.
But it was the last thing that went through.
Emotionless,
I feel nothing but yet a deep sorrow that soon became nothing once again.
The turning of the clock from day to day,
Gave me an image of your beauty.
Show it to me again...
