A Single Person

the bright city beneath the dark sky

a running river is crying over the stone

windy night and a cold seat

hands are wrapping around

yet the heat never comes

dark silhouette under the dim lamp

fireworks blow the air yet head still down

noise after noise becomes noises

silent tongue but not my mind

tip of toes are turning blue

will it be raining tomorrow?

remember of the old umbrella

leaning against the dull wall

it had been lost since when i started to forget

a single person just walking pass.