I remember when those trees tossing for the storm..
swirled their branches for the whirlwinds..
they tried to catch the stars of the black sky above..
I saw them bowed in glorious feeling for the rain..
singing, surrounded by the lightning..
but stars had gone too far..
though their song never stopped,
they were just cracked by the roaring thunders..
they teared me down..
seemed like the world didn't care that much if they live or die..
I see those trees are now silent..
I hear nothing,but can't be-erased memories in my head..
mistakes and regrets, things too great to hide..
my dark side still guides..clinicoustic