The day has left its mark

The moment lingers on

And harks back to a blue twilight

Which gnaws the soul

Time heals, I wonder

Hollow laughter

Under a grey moon

Sadness falling like autumn leaves

Wither so ever the wind blows

Doesn’t really matter

After a rainstorm

Water drips from the leaves,

Like faint notes of a sad symphony

A day came and went

In the land of blind-hearted.