An Alone Swing
Baby,it's raining here.
I sit by the window, listening to the music and missing you.
I hear the voice of rain.It seems as if someone is crying.
When will it stop? Only the alone one can know the mood of the rain.
You took me to the edge of the heaven yesterday.
But you rob me of my wings today and let me stand on the ground solely.
When I see a view of your back,can you listen to my heartfelt prayer?
Your smile is partly hidden and partly visible in the wind.
Closing my eyes,I try to pursue the echoes of your voices.
You occupy my every day's dream that tears come to my heart.
You are the person whom I shouldn't love.
Although the fate played a joke on me.
If there were a green possibility
which is able to twist the dark finale,
I'd like to dye it red with all my blood
and change all my life for your transitory hug.
In autumn the leaves change from green to brown.
Thousands of the little white dandelion seeds
are all swaying to the light wind.
The alone swing can do nothing but wait in the park.