Someone waited too long...

Maybe their is another way,

of how we lived altogether;

Sometimes too happy,and somewhere so dejected

like those roses that never bothered to bloom

when they should have bloomed,

And now the sun is tired.

The sun who waited

goes gloomy for long-

Then the time comes 

when everything goes dark.

Good weather and Good women-

it doesn't always happen,

and when it does-

It doesn't always last.

A fragile heart fears it 

and he wasn't the strong who one appreciates.

Someone desires to be a butterfly,

which lived with much delight

but for three summer days,

because these years were too long to wait for such dispirited soul.

He asked for the secret of life

Cause he didn't get it-

It felt like a race where he is always running but never wining,

running into the devil but still grinning.

That mind kept day-dreaming 

followed the patient path,

loved the grass and saw the shadow much long.

The Clouds were keen followers

and still to this day prevent him

to watch the beautiful sky...