The family of trees stood tall
Bearing the rich greeny leaves
Submitted solely to the spring breeze
Forgetting to the tomorrows fate

This playground stays empty now
Missing the children, it loved
The seesaws scream with emptiness
Creaking on its own now

We both sat on the seesaw
Handling each other’s pains
I waited with my pains
Faced to your empty seat

The perfections I’ve fallen for
Have crumpled into beasts
The imperfections I’ve hidden beneath
Have bloomed into beauties

Please come back to the seesaw
Don’t be afraid to show me
Neither the happiness last forever
Nor the sadness sticks forever.