Tears...

I looked out the window...
Not at the city lights...
Not at what I can see at the ground floor...
But at the skies...
As I notice each one of them...
So beautiful... Lighting up the skies...
Then, it reminds me of how your tears used to flow...
Whenever you cry, your tears would reflect the lights which makes it sparkle...
Such a beautiful sight, every time I gazed at you, while you're crying...
Those sadness looks...
Covered by a touch of beauty...
So beautiful, that the sadness is totally gone...
I wonder, will I ever live to see that again?
Will I be able to see it?
To be able to feel those warm droplets on my palm...
I might not live long...
I might be gone any moment...
But I will keep this part of memory...
This teardrop... Which had dropped into my heart from your eyes...
Ever so beautiful...
For as long as I can breathe...
This memory, will be etched into my heart for all eternity...