She held the paper tightly in her hands,
scrunching it up with her sweaty palms...

I see him sitting,
such an incredible figure...

What is wrong with me?
Why can't I just say the truth...

She sits on the highest clouds,
looking down in sorrow...

Awaken by the stillness of the house,
almost like the wind had stopped itself...

Do you notice me,
Maybe at all...

He's the boy that I stay all night talking to,
the one who's voice rings in my ears in my dreams...

Your memory still lingers,
like a sweet breeze of fresh spring...

Down is the heart,
the smashing of pain...

Wind's fierce breezes blow against her face,
while she waits for night to come...

I was such a fool,
to let you walk away...

Maybe I am,
I can feel myself fall...