The rain has dried up,
There is no one to fertile the soil anymore,
Cracks and thorns have bled the barks,
No flower can cover it up now.
Spring has arrived,
Yet no bud to jump out the ground,
Petals so blue,
Hurt the sky which once would smile up high.
When the sun rises high,
Last few drops of pearls vanish,
Every person thirsty,
will cry, shiver and beg for mercy tonight.
Everything goes dark,
Stars don’t twinkle anymore,
You try to brighten the moon,
But it burns you out,
finishing the soul that is left out.