Likethe remnants of raindrops that lingered on leaves, 

that fall to its fate,

Maybe I will cry ,

All the tears I suppressed to late.

Maybe I will cry myself dry,

Until no more tears come,

Then maybe my last day may come.

Sometime these tears that I suppressed close upon my throat,

A hand heavier than the strongest man in this world.

Sometimes I wonder that hand would grant me my last breath,

maybe it will be a relief to leave this dark world.

Maybe like the raindrops that finally fall of those emerald handholds,

Maybe I  will fall to my fate too.