They come and they go
Like the snow melt on the window.
All that’s left is memories;
Laughter and sadness
lasting for centuries.
They once shine like an early sun
brighten up the soul.
When the sun is gone,
Spirit is trapped in the darkness; not know how to run.
Why do they come if they plan to go?
Perhaps they are like the rainbow.
Bring happiness then lead back to reality.
Away, they don’t even say, “Good-bye!”
Away, they left without a sign.
Sivven 