Walking throught the deserted park...

In the rain of grief...

I see the lamp posts, brighting up the dark place...

On the other side...

I see the moon turning into black...

mixing with the color of the crying sky...

I walk under the rain of grief...

trying to know whether these wet trails is my tears or the raindrops itself...

I don't know...

I walk...and walk...and walk...

and stop.

I drop the rose and left the park.