the after noon seemed so very usual
sitting on the back most of this bus ride
everybody so quite, just feeling the cold winter breeze
the silence feels like a music,
of loneliness of every passenger's heart
holiday is coming, yet far away
from homeland, and heart's darling
looked at the pavement ,
the flower was changed,as the winter is coming
the old beautiful flower is gone,
for summer is no longer here
and this red flower reminds me of same season last year.
this same kind of flower, i used look at
the same road island where my eyes were fixed
same old bus, and same old me
but something is missing,
i'm missing the old feelings i used to have
the old feelings i used to feel for you,
the loneliness and tears i used to share with this red flowers i see
but now everything's so vague for me,
yet i am amazed i survived all the misery
your shallow love had caused me.
God is so good really
He saved me from the bondage of your love,
i used to feel too much pain
when last winter, it used to be,
but now these red flowers are reminder of God's mercy
and His promise for me.
_____
passerby_anduling
