Staring night, looking inside the mirror, I could hardly see my own face...

Autumn, though it is spring right now, I still miss every single autumn I'd been through... The pure sky, the sweet wind, and the golden ginkgo leaves...
Time could be stopped if I lay down on the ground, smelling the aged flowers...
But as time goes by, the sorrow grows out of the surface and suffers the lacking of the rain...

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are...

Hope tomorrow would be a green day...