Post by Archivist on Sept 25, 2010 19:37:45 GMT -8
"Cold Rain Water"
By: Dark Angle
From the moment I open my eyes,
till the time I needed to close it,
There’s one thing I remember,
that I don’t want to forget:
It’s the time we walk together,
On the rainy and sunny days.
I want to step again,
Into those warm roads and cold water.
The friendship we planted
In a tiny black box in spring,
Grew fast and healthy in summer,
And already have fruits in autumn.
The fruits are called “love”,
But they freeze and fell in winter.
Time changed and our love did the same.
Suddenly, the blessings stopped its flow.
The rain pours his condolences,
in this graveyard full of soul.
Our love now gives up its faith,
the holding branch breaks from its tree.
By: Dark Angle
From the moment I open my eyes,
till the time I needed to close it,
There’s one thing I remember,
that I don’t want to forget:
It’s the time we walk together,
On the rainy and sunny days.
I want to step again,
Into those warm roads and cold water.
The friendship we planted
In a tiny black box in spring,
Grew fast and healthy in summer,
And already have fruits in autumn.
The fruits are called “love”,
But they freeze and fell in winter.
Time changed and our love did the same.
Suddenly, the blessings stopped its flow.
The rain pours his condolences,
in this graveyard full of soul.
Our love now gives up its faith,
the holding branch breaks from its tree.