Will love that is like a passing cloud leave deep and painful scars in life?
Your smile, the everlasting clouds in the sky, the tears across your face, and our too quiet love, vague but bone-gnawing.
And when I think back, the cool sand passing through my fingertips is like hibiscus growing old in the dark yellow autumn wind.
So, they screamed softly in the softest place of life.
Half hibiscus song, half love song.