No tears to catch.
No lines to scratch
on the surface of wood or metal.
In the sweetest heart
there are words to match
with the tongue of a liar. A kettle
doesn't seem to show
its inner side:
just boiling water or steam.
With the longest sigh,
in the longest sight
I''m looking at you... and still
feel that something is leading my heart away
like my memory's never done.
Bleeding rose that softly intends to stay
will inevitably be drunk
with just one swallow of the rain,
with the drop falling down the roof.
Its reflections of red and green are grey.
And there's nothing we have to prove.