If the wind could be so calming
Why does the breeze of the memories hurt,
feels like I’ve been struck
even if it slowly passed by?
If the flowers are so beautiful
Why does it have to be stepped down,
losing its beauty,
against the stars,
that was impossible to reach?
If the rains can heal the soul,
can make human forget the rest of the world
Why can’t I even cry
letting go those sadness and tears?