Into The Blues

Rain particles that fell with tears,
Brought the sadness flowing through niche of soul.

I look at ashy-pale clouds,
Assembled covering the sparkle of sun,
Hollowness clearly seen from the face of firmament.

My heart talking about deep longing to my dear,
Your silhouettes rest on every endless breath.

If only I may chase the time,
If only the fate I may turn over,
I'll wrap the world with my dreams,
And you won't be far away from me.

But fantasy enough not to acquire you that trickled by grief,
Only I can entrust,
My heart to you. . . .