The rain is falling,

the raindrops kissing my window pane.

I can see your blur face.

I can feel you footstep 

on the narrow lange.

The wet moon perhaps

waving hands,

Why my lovelorn heart is so fool !

dragging me on and on

towards the hidden quicksand.

I know but I step out,

The withered leaves and none.

Yet I came down,

just to find the shadow of solitude.