I stand by the window; I could feel the cold wind
As it touches my delicate skin.
I shivered; it’s cold like my heart.
I look at the sky; like me, it’s lonely, sad.
The tears are falling, not from my eyes; from the clouds.
Yes, the sky is crying; it cried for me.
It must have felt my loneliness.
It must have felt my sorrows, my sadness.
In the window while looking at the sky
I asked my self why I feel so lonely.
I don’t know why I felt so empty.
I don’t know; I want to cry.
I must have missed something.
Right, something is missing.
A part of me is lost.
I can’t find it and I don’t know what it is.
From the window, I could see people walked by.
I wonder if they could feel my loneliness.
It seems that they don’t.
Yes, they can’t feel my loneliness, my sadness.
Are they numb? Or am I just different?
Ah, I could see they are happy, unlike me.
Their eyes are smiling, laughing.
I wonder if I’ll be able to smile like them.
I wonder if I’ll be able to laugh out loud.
I wonder if the sun will come smiling at me after the rain.
I wonder, just wondering, if it will.
