nightsakura

The sky is gray It's the sixth of May I lay sprawled out in the grass I can't wait for my life to pass The world twirls It curls and whirls The same routine every day Except today the sky is gray What's so different, anyway? A butterfly lands on my cheek I ask him Where will I find the answer I seek? The trees rustle The puddles splash The wind blows The children dash Umbrellas open wide A butterfly lands on my cheek I ask him Where will I find the answer I seek? Tiny raindrops Brush against my face I will soon leave Without a trace I look up once I see the sky I give out One deep sigh There is not much left to say