Our early cries in the sulking dawn

Will get tired oneday.

Agony will embrace my weak heart

Like you did to me.

But I know it wouldn't leave me

Under the lamppost, alone

Like you did.

This clock ticks—

The windows shut

as I drown into the sea;

Depths of shallowness,

Blinks of grief.

This city can only hear

The heart-rending cry

Of ashes of a primrose.

The wind blow faster,

My heart's ready to explode in brown skies—

This cry will surely find another soul heart to water.