Writing on the orange page.

The falling leaves flying with the wind, with the faded colors drifting with the waving hand, kisses on the cheeks, the train takes you away.

Please, take and hold my beating heart, the smooth sunshine would bring warm to me in this autumn morning.

Oh, I am letting myself smile, looking and tasting your breath as you were aside. I know, in the morning, you will go. You would wave, and we’d kiss.

Breaking, I see the pieces of me on the ceiling of my closing darkness, shining with the silence to wake me up. I am sorry; I did not show you my feeling.

I have my trouble of feeling it any more. Seeking the smell that you left, sudden wiping I turning around, as this would turn, turn, turn

You have closed your eyes, I know that I am still wishing, angle, don’t see me crying. I am letting myself down. I am still wishing you could see.