The sky is red tonight. Red like the tears my heart once spilled. Is the shy crying too?I bet it cries for the injustices in the world, for the sad scenes of destruction, for lost loves. It cries for each one of us, carrying our sadness and crying for all of us.
It cries until the water runs out and the clouds dissipate bit by bit. Because even the sky knows that the anguish and time pass, and the sun rises again.