The Ash

Secretly I blame him

As if that word scolded me all day

And the whistling wind is louder than your voice

I was silent for quite a while

Because maybe, once again my fault If it becomes embers in the heart

Let the rain today as my apology

Even if I'm just a pile of ashes

Let it drift away without coming back

Then the October flower only dares to look down

When the end of longing drowns the Ash

Then I heard you sing