Rain drops, warm sweet rain

Mingles with tears on these cheeks

Black roses dripping with crimson

Laid on the silent grave

Of a person I did not know.

I dreamt of a moonlit night…

…You sat beside me,

took my cold, shaking hand in yours.

And you held me as if you were afraid to lose me…

How tempting to live in a fantasy

that will never materialize.

And your sparkling eyes,

Laden with mystery

Bewitch me.

I vowed…never to let this happen again.

But it has, and now I cannot stop my freefall

Towards you,

You, who will not catch me,

You, who is not even aware that I have slipped…

How pathetic I am, to have fallen again.