Raindrops Beyond the Curtains, Spring Melancholy
Rain patters gently beyond the veil,
Spring's mood is bittersweet, so pale.The thin quilt can't withstand the
night's chill,
Dreams are filled with delight until
I'm but a guest in this place, I know,
Alone I stand, with nowhere to go.
Endless scenery, but fleeting moments so rare,
Water flows, flowers fall, spring is no longer there.
Easily seen in times gone by, now hard to recall,
In the heavens above, on earth below, we all must fall. |