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.
