She cries...
as the tree could no longer see itself...

Thick fog blocks somewhere
uncertainties party everywhere...

Don't know the purpose writing to you
Just know soon I'll go and now it's due...

Oh I thought
I have removed thee in me...

There was once a great play
Quite a satire on its own way...

The rain comes after the heat
It sucks the moisture of the earth...

Once a haven of heaven
A resounding sweetness of grin...

Once she thought that she had loved
And so had scribbled with her craft...

She cries...
as the tree captures her once more...

You were so warm in my reverie
And yet you are a stranger to me...

Your smiles, your smiles
I long for your smiles...

Must be my heart butchered to pieces
must be my pain that darkened the skies...