The Autumn Rain

The autumn rain is more than sound

Of crying sadness, screaming crowd.

I see the wall of pain and ice

Which is not scary but so nice

That I will touch it by my hand

And meet my frozen lonely end.

 

The autumn rain is more than cold,

It’s more than water – just my fault.

I cried at night and those tears

Were falling down quickly with

Dark-colored blood. Just look at stars

And see the time without us.