Pouring Sadness

As the wind blows from the southwest,

Birds went home and get back to their nest.

Watching them flying above the sky,

A bitter smile appeared on my lips as I cry.

Dark clouds formed above,

Like how it all started—our love.

Then in a little while, rain will fall—a shower,

Don't know if it'll conquer or trigger the sadness of this lonely flower.

Yesterdays are here again to hunt me,

Showing old pictures that I don't want to see;

Those days when I was happy and glad,

Who am I? Have I lost myself? I feel sorry, I feel bad.

And now, no one can take away this pain,

Neither the cold breeze nor the pouring rain.

The joys we had are now gone—they hide,

Because the love you have for me vanished—died.