The cold wind blowing around,
Has made the numb me, number;
The orange petals falling on the ground,
Has made my memories tumble.
I paint my nights,
With happy lies,
For my life is blight,
Even after thousand tries.
Nostalgic thoughts knock on my door,
Every night when I lay forlorn;
The carefree past seldom bores,
Ignites yearning; the danger zone.
So I wish and wish,
Upon the countless stars' falling,
For the past to come back,
And tomorrow to disappear.
Nature laughs at my absurd longing,
The trees whisper, the flowers giggle;
The clouds sigh at my pointless distress,
The thunder rumbles, the sky darkens.
//it's a wish not meant to come true//