Flipping pages of a book a girl sighed
Staring through the window raindrops and puddle collide
Scent of season, changes of tide
Close your eyes all of these you have denied

Ravishing thoughts rummaging through your head
Like spinning spindle taking the role as a thread
Bound to be that but chose instead
To be cutted down like near a deathbed

Passing her fingertips through the glassy door
Never in her mind had once occur
Twice she had been trick by the same act
Igonoring one's senses she opened the lock

Silently reaching out
Though for her it...