Bab 197: Teardrops

A light on summer when the breeze is cooler

After the time the night sky shed its tears

The moment the universe I painted

was shattered,

ruined;

deserted,

swept away by the doubts I created

Then you held her hand and sang the hymn

It was like romance was perfect on the first rhythm

She became your fantasy,

your music;

your sweet melody,

the end to the labyrinths complexity

I was there watching our fading lights

Watching your new smile while losing mine

You target a gold arrow in her heart

But it was mine that broke apart