I left my soul looking for something precious
Was it love? Asked the child, holding his toy tight
Lurid , I and poor my lover , confused without an answer
The time when our eyes met in drastically changing weather
It was the time when I was the rain and he was my thunder
Inseperable,selfless,lovely feeling in which we were ready to burn the whole world...
A long-lasting love forever...answered she
Burning up all her sorrows , swallowing all the pain
A tear of joy? Asked his child again to his mother, holding his toy tight...
Time changes, and maybe so does love..cause her thunder was no longer hers ....
Her thunder was taken away by another broken soul, who is as pretty as the clouds..
Someday,...