Was that the 14th day of February
To feel that hearts were floated utterly?
There is something in him I can’t figure out
Made me fall in just a shred of count
His sweetness really meant different to me
I was such unripe, just not like his maturity
I loved him more than just my existence
I loved him even the last slump of my patience
Now I feel the gentle breeze that pass
Kisses my face dressed with a mask
I know that heaven is going to weep
Like me when he started to bequeath
Before I was afraid to strike by heaven’s rip
But he will just sheathe me with his tight grip
He who used to feel me unscathed in his arms
Who I have let go and suddenly missed afterwards
Singing alone the songs we used to sing before
Looking to myself he used to stare before
Sitting alone where we used to sit together before
Walking alone in the road we used to walk together before
I have nobody to share my yellow umbrella with
Not engrossed for someone who will going to bid
When heaven grieves and starts to shed tears once more
When heaven screeches and dare me to reveal my core
Now I don’t mind if I get hit by its cruel tears
Heed nothing when he steadily moved and vanished
He stepped away and I stay here all alone
Must to cease this affection; then never moan
Now I feel the gentle breeze that pass
Kisses my face dressed with a mask
I reminisce of nothing when heaven’s tears go plethora
Summon up of nothing but my missing yellow umbrella
