Under the old waiting shed, one afternoon feeling aloof

I fix my eyes in the tiny crystals falling from the roof

As the rain gently kiss my hand, raindrops roll down my wrist

Flood of memoirs enters the void of my mind,  I clench my fist

Closing my eyes, I embrace the rhythm of the rain dripping

Drip, drip, drip, the sound that I am reminded of him - drifting

I open my eyes, to my surprised I see him across the street

Drip, drip, drip, tears of mine are falling along with the rain's beat

The words, "Be happy, this is all for you" I once heard seem sad

Tiny crystals well up between my eyes for him - I once had

I'm not crying 'cause I'm sad, I'm crying because of the wind

which transports my mind - fifteen years ago when someone had sinned

It was the same waiting shed with memoirs where lamp lights falter

He was my first friend; He befriended a murderer's daughter

It was the same rainy afternoon and my last happy one

Crystals dripped from my umbrella as I counted the steps and ran

Ran to the vastness of the street while I shouted his name

My yellow umbrella dropped and my clothes were drenched by the rain

as I sprinted towards the van that was about to depart

I couldn't afford to lose my friend who once lived in my heart

The coldness of the rain wrapped my body as the van stopped

Turbulent as the wind was my mind, in the white van I knocked

Screaming his name at the top of my lungs but he was tied

Adrenaline rushed but little did I know, men pulled me inside

In an old warehouse, both of us were tied to a chair, dizzy

He grabbed a shard of glass and stroke it with the rope furiously

Whispers of drunk men echoed the warehouse as I gripped the shard

Liquid trickled down my hands as an attempt to escape this hard

Voices of those drunk men were louder, radiating towards us

Fear covered me as we held hands back-to-back tightly with trust

Two hands grabbed my feet and dragged me away from him

Since then, I was no longer young and my body was a grim

Two hours in the warehouse, I raised the flag of lost womanhood

Unable to speak, I was like a lifeless body in my hood

I fixed my eyes in the tiny crystals falling from the roof

Under this old warehouse, the sun set still feeling aloof

Cruel men were asleep, door was open agape for escape

Tears have dried up as my mind digested the thought of rape

My heart couldn't express of me being damsel in distress

Yet my prince charming didn't came to rescue the oppress

My gaze still glued to the exit door, my eyes wide open

As I watched him escape without me and trust was broken

My throat cracked, trying to call out his name in a weak voice

In my attempt to save him from the van, leaving me was his choice

The wind gushed through the exit door that sent shivers to my skin

I was not crying 'cause I was sad, I was crying because of the wind

His figure shrank shorter and shorter as he walked the barren field

and this wind witnessed my emotions of torturous battlefield

My wandering mind went back as he walks towards me

His familiar face reminds me of that fifteen years ago tragedy

Well-built body with a uniform and badge for detectives  

Leaving me in that old warehouse, my soul and life feels defective

Tiny crystals from above pours heavily, drenching his clothes

I step out of the waiting shed and run as the wind blows

Just like how I ran fifteen years ago just to save him

Even though my life is at brim and I don't know how to begin

A hand grabs my wrist and we stare blankly at each other

This is the touch that I long for - a touch of a lover

Do the skies know how I feel? Raining every time I quit?

Tears of mine are falling in that bitter moment, drip, drip, drip

A paper is handed to me - paper I never wish to see

Tinted in black ink are investigations for my case to cease

Handing the paper back, I walk away from him who betrayed

Destiny really did set us apart, even fate had played

Fifteen years, I was declared dead to him and my family

There was no justice and I lived in other's identity

He is that cold wind that froze my heart and made me vain

While I am the sprout that never blooms, always wet from rain

Why is it only me who's hurting? Making me not love again

I let the rain wash away my yesterday's nightmare and friend

"You are crying because of the wind," He sadly mutters twice

I guess some clouds should weep from the skies to hide my silent cries