Confused

And it doesn’t rain

Through the glass,

They are my eyes
Those who cry

Your lost

I confused

At this time,

I am not sure

Of my experiences.

And you don’t believe me

You are surprised
For how I feel.

You will find
In another country

And even in another galaxy,

So fast you left

Which surely

You have volatilized.

And right now,

I feel the regret
Of your death

In the spout of my life,

You really dead
Me, without ripping

You off

From my heart,

Sown,

Your good herbs.

Will it stop raining

Someday,

In my soul?