disheartenedcat

Cold droplets gather on fragile leaves. The sun is a myth on this cold cloudy day. The color is ashen, It seems as if life itself was sucked dry,

Sometimes he walks alone, Right by my room, unaware of his surroundings. I wonder if the music in his head is playing too loud, Or if his thoughts are racing ...

Dew glitters on the petals of scarlet roses, In the pale, white light of the moon. Darling, I feel so lost. My eyes are red from the tears I've shed ...