The Street

The winds blew from west to east,

Time for a walk in the street.

Walking away with the wind,

No matter where.

Felt lonely, having thoughts,

which cannot be removed by tears...

In the street, you walk alone, the falling leaves, like your falling eyes.

Your smile was not there with you at that time, just like the flickering lamps in the street.

Your hands in the pocket of your jeans, your palm sweaty, like the birds-eye when her baby fell from the tree.

In the path, you were walking all alone like the only leaf left in the tree.

You walked and walked...

Until you find a leaf which was like you...

That day you were not the only one left in the tree.