jour de pluie

Don't ask me why the sun always burns our wings.

I just let me blowed away.

And I enjoy that freedom sensation.

Maybe one day, I would come back to earth,

But you know, here, all is so peaceful.

Don't ask me why we always retreated ourself in dark for hoping light.

I just let me go drifted away.

And I enjoy that fluttering sensation.

Maybe one day, I would come back to reality,

But you know, here, the light is so beautiful on water.

Don't ask me why the same cold hands always trap us in fear.

I just let me burned away.

And I enjoy that intense sensation.

Maybe one day, I would be reasonable again.

But you know, here, the wind is so sweet against my painful soul.

Don't ask me why I ran all my life, chasing smoke dreams.

I just let me go away.

And I enjoy that empty sensation.

Maybe one day, I would feeling something again.

Forgive silences.
Forgive absences.
Forgive failures.

I was just trying to keep my own way.
The dark is always falling around me.
Like a heavy velvet cloth preventing me from breathing.

Forget secrets.

Forget doubts.

Forget memories.

I was just trying to come back in past.

The ghosts of the past we always pulls down

Until you can't see the light.

Forgive anger.
Forget sadness.
I missed my way and I can't turning back.

Now, I just want to come home.

To lie down.

And sleep until the end of time.