Utterance of raindrops,
To fondle with the lips of mankind.
A smile sunken in shadows,
Half grieved and other half left to survive.
Among the barren graves lies a truth,
That memories only left to grow with the tulips.
Symphony of every mortal destiny,
Prays to reach heaven without a heartbreak.
The midnight breeze screams and cries,
Weeps for a secret that blows with the November rain.
The secret that summer sky is empty without the clouds,
And the raindrops, empty without the lips.