The broken soul

The sky is painted blue,

and the earth is painted green,

like a potrait of nature's beauty varicoloured by an anonymous artist.

Rain pouring down from heavy clouds,

like river washing downstream.

I look at the lamp post on the edge of the road through window glasses,

like a sketch of pure water running down the shower head valves,

hitting hard on my unpenetrable skin.

Moon, moon, moon...

I'm calling for your return from the Earth,

I can't see you hanging in the purple sky.

You are supposed to lead a group of glowing stars lightening up the blackish sky,

like a prince dancing gracefully with all the beautiful ladies in a ball,

which makes him the only brightest, shining and outstanding star.

Without your companion,

the sky dances alone in the dark,

the street itself looks gloomy,

the night itself looks lonely,

the faces of people look dull,

and the feeling comes out boring like an empty room.

Fragile heart falling down the cliff,

she needs someone special to heal her broken soul.

Yours truly,
Sin Ning