Sad I stand at rivers end,
A weeping willows seed I plant...

I saw a shooting star,
As I wrote this poem for you...

We met at school,
in our third year...

For a moment I'm lonely,
Don't know what to do...

The closest companions,
Are friends that can't speak...

Skin soft like satin,
Eyes auburn black...

Pain,
Looming darkness...

I sit in grass, still wet with dew
look at clear skies, o so blue...

Why are all the things you see,
Reflections of things pure and proud...

Tears run down your cheeks,
Your eyes are damp and wet...

Sound alone are empty,
Carrying but cold...

Every lonely night
I'll look up at the sky...