Why do I cry?
Why are my tears running down from my eyes like waterfall?
Why do you leave me here in the cold?
Why do season changes?
So that we can have all of them
The different seasons gives different opportunities for all the people
Why do you live me to die and freeze to death in the street?
When I walked with you on a Tuesday afternoon on
Spadina Ave.
I stop and I took a look in the sky
The sky looked like sea waves on one side