Raindrop.

Poor willow who suffers
For us: poor things
The stars fall on in rain
The weather is always rainy
Is the sky will be dark for long?
Miss Moon raped the velvet
Of the bloody bloom of the night
- Scarlet clouds for sunrise.
The day don't break:
It's eternal nightmare.
Blizzard in my hearth
And pain in my mind:
When the sun will rise?
His caress miss me,
His heat miss me.
What's grief to forgot
The warm and kind sun...
To ask the moon about the sun
And no answer except the cold wind.
Walk at random of paths
To find hope in this gloomy world
- And no hope, just ordeals.
Just seat down and listen
The complain of the weeping willow
Who strechts out his branch
Over us to relieve us
Of all shadow and all sadness.