Preparing myself for something bigger
I lost myself on my way home;
winds blow from the north
then I saw you going south
with you back slowly fading in the fog.
Stood up the whole day
wishing rain would pour--
and I’ll just be the droplets of rain
when the beloved sun see me.
The false hope rooted
from a rotten confession you made;
that once bigger events I’ve been dreaming
now faded jade who bruised me.
No matter how hard the wind blows,
standing in a dessert
waiting for a rain to pour
made me looked like a hopeless direction
no one ever did follow.