Raining, wake up of his hatred

Raining kisses to them,
whom we love although we don't understand
whose we obtain their hard capacity to word
Waiting to know their pattern.

Dreaming a special night near their bed
whom we loved too much but they took their own way
whose we obtained their hight capacity to create
Distroying petals of trassient aromatic flowers

Talking hard words in weak glasses
whom we need to be, to think, to change the world
whose we hope a sunrise when they received his hate
Loving every second, feeling their affection