Look at me
This blithe countenance
That smiles at you.
But search beyond it,
Scour through me.
Do you hear my sorrow?
How the sun conceals
My murky clouds!
As much as the rain
Longs to come down
So does the stream of
River in my eyes.
My pretending emotions
Knew no bounds!
Ask not the sky
Why I always shine
Why I never pour
It won’t tell you
Just too weary to lie.
Time won’t end.
When it comes,
I would hide my rays
Then a storm is my reply.
Yet if the dusk calls my name
and I have to go,
And the storm
Has not raved yet,
Simply wait.
Soon you will feel
The drops from the heavens
Then be happy;
Finally I laid it out.
Only it’s too late.
Yets still, be happy for me.
