If the stars hanging in the sky
are weighed down by people's wishes and cries,
Some of those, somewhere,
struggling, trying not to sink into nowhere.

can
you
say
that
it's
love?

The lightning pierced through the window
Reminds me of how you and i met.
I started counting the seconds.
One, two, three, four, five-

You are a lightning.
An unexpected arrival, blinding
I can't help but close my eyes
six, seven, eight, nine, ten-

You are a strike of light,
Temporarily stays, then you're gone
Even before i open my eyes
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

The thunders roared,
An idea strucked into my mind.
The gap between the lightning and thunder,
Is like the gap of you and me.

The place of sky's turmoil
is far from where i stay.
And so are you,
Far and unreachable from where i am.

The boy started to play the piano
As his melody resounds,
I saw the sunflowers filled the stage,
An illusion.

When his fingers push the keys
I feel his hands
holding my heart
crushing it with his music.

But you suddenly disappeared,
like how you left the piano
in the lonely stage,
leaving me in pain.

I waited for you
wishing to hear you play again,
To touch the piano keys,
To hold my heart.

Years passed,
you came back
walking in the old stage
and I'm here again, admiring you.

The boy turned into a fine man
He starts to play the piano
Cherry blossoms filled the stage
Another illusion.

From the dazzling flower
with bright yellow petals
to an occasional blossom
with light, soft color.

Your music changed
You've changed
But one thing hasn't,
my love.

I like the clear sky tonight.
I am with the person whom I love the most.
I reach her cold hand and
I feel like I'm holding the whole galaxy.

Woah. There's a shooting star. Make a wish.
She closed her eyes and said-
My wish is to break up with you.

I wish that shooting star did not fall tonight.

Sunlit face of yours
Flown petals of golden skin
Erudite flower

The feelings rush
when lightning dashed,
A poem is ought to make
but there's no pen to take.

Remember the thought
Before it drifts away.
The clouds fought,
thunders had something to say.

As the dark clouds fade,
the unwritten words were washed away.
I'll wait until a thuderstorm come,
Until then.

am i like a flower?
waiting to be watered
of your validation.

I lie down on the shore
and you came like an ocean wave.
You blanketed me with warmth;
then left me,
shivering in cold.