Under the umbrella, and the meadows ahead
hand in hand, Emerald and Ray
as water droplets hang on the tips
colored by the sunset’s rays
he asked her as he gazed
“what drop of water would you be?”

Emerald:
I would be among these drops of rain
embracing the clouds, yet betraying me
our fingers brush for the last time
letting me go to fall down
as winds of gloom make me freezing cold
without the sun, I won’t be gold

Ray:
my love, how could you be the cold raindrops
when you could land on a window
you knock...