The wind suddenly is colder than yesterday
It's colder and stronger and it hurts when it blows against my wet cheeks
And it has a high pitched whistle that brings pain to my ears
Some say it'll be calmer tomorrow if only I'll close that window
But the window allows me to watch his sails in the distance
The room seems so bare
With nothing left but his stained white shirt that makes sure I never close that window
It's getting dark out
And the clouds are turning grey as a human's face does after its last breath
But yet, I still can not close that window
I guess the room will always be bare, and dark, and I'll always be able to watch his sails in the distance
But that's the risk of saying good-bye
