there’s a scar colour in this city.
crying that dissolves in the pouring rain?
or the sky has forgotten how to paint a rainbow.
if my prayers can’t stop your loss.
I try to live you in memories.
which I raised from the crush of moments.
from the corners of the steadfast I throw away the dream.
towards the end of the stopover from the wait.

there’s a scar colour in this city.
our former parting which was cut by distance?
or the rest of my longing that interferes with the heavy rain.
to which part of the sky do i have to rainbow you?
while the light that I have left is only as thin as a vein.