Parallel

A petal fluttered to the ground by the season.
It must be really lonely and sad.
The stars left, they made the sky sad.
The rain falls as the sky cries.
A flower blooms and withers
deliver my feelings
through the wind.

When the first snow falls
my wish will come true
and I believe in that story.
An earnest wish.
If you know my longing heart,
you must return back again

someday

in the parallel universe.