It started off when I sat in silence,
There is the place where I can see.
Mirrors of hopes broke into pieces,
Pages of happiness torn apart,
The lights are being faded.
Yet they have become the darker side of me.

The howling North wind had started to drift,
Dark clouds of loneliness came to cover the sun.
The ferocious thunder then began to clap,
Tapping rhythms of tears were to be heard.

Dried leaves came off from the trees,
Dancing along into the Eastern breeze,
In a search of faded memories and dreams,
Decaying in a corner of nowhere to be seen.

The drops of tears have now fallen from sky,
They keep reminding me for not to cry.
When masqueraders keep trying hard to pry,
The fallen tears in my heart will never be dried.