By Wing
Date: 6 April 2001
April
Rain drops,
wet floor.
Careful, not to slip or fall,
But even if you do, I will catch you.
God's crying, but I don't know why.
I think it's because of me
My heart,
broken too many times.
It's April,
I always remember,
it's the month that you left me.
Sunshines,
nowhere found.
It's April,
that one day 5 years ago, you've left me.
God's crying,
Till May arrives.
But every so often,
it still cries for me.
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