Loss

Lost in the rolling life
As a spirit in strife
Staring at the rain drops
All represent the falling hopes
Resting my head on a wet glass
Without thoughts gazing at the class
somber, chill, and silent field
where all the gates were sealed
Just the sound of a falling rain
That fades out slowly in vain
Suddenly I became an empty shell
That lies in the bottom of hell
As the rosy cheeks turned pale
And last glimpse of fairy tale
The new moon faded away
From the night of May