Outside the sheets of the rain are falling
And there is the sound of one’s heart tearing
All this meaningless and relentless sadness,
Where does this endless road begin or even end?
Have I walked too far in to see the light?
Though I’ve walked with bleeding feet, wordlessly without a fight.
Inside of me, the desperation clings and claws,
There is no hope, no joy, in this empty narrow hall.

Outside the sheets of rain are falling,
There is just my loneliness and me screaming,
Throughout this empty narrow hall, never endingly echoing.

We were all born as set, to live and grow together,
The red string* on our little finger is light as feather.
Bound together without any much choice,
I walked the earth, calling out for you with my small voice.
Exactly how long I alone have searched for just you?
The days, months, years, flowers then snow all breeze through.
I have cried, laughed, whined, shouted, begged as time passed me,
Now I sit here, staring out of the window, watching the swaying tree.
Inside of me, the desperation clings and claws,
There is no hope, no joy, in this empty narrow hall.

There is only the overwhelming sound,
Of the rain, the sorrow beating me to the ground.
Bound together without any much choice,
I walked the earth, searching you, though can no longer hear my voice.
Cold, wet and dead, like the swaying trees outside,
The bright dream of the white roses and a bride.
Outside the sheets of the rain are falling,
And there is the only sound of my heart tearing.

*See Red String of fate if unsure what it means

Author’s Note
Listen to “So alone, be sorrow” from Star Ocean. It protrays what the poem tries to.