The rush of sprinkling rain wakes the dreamer
The night is silent without light
I still see the cherry red and the banana green
I became a passerby in the glittering desolation
The girl I loved in my distant dreams that year
All locked into the bottom of the box
No ribbons with butterflies, no colorful baskets of flowers
The rusty lock is as bleak as I am
Follow the feeling
Play a piece of music
Meeting with loneliness in the notes
Can you hear the subtlety of the tune?
Lost in the unknown future
Loneliness becomes the best companion
Maybe we have a home after all
Unfortunately, the missed years can only be left blank
It's late at night, the wind and night sneak into the curtains
Turning tears into raindrops
The sleeping people can't hear the sound of my piano in silence
About the Creator
Bobby
Writers who like to write, experience life, and learn about life
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.