Melancholic Afternoon

Standing right behind the window.
Telle une statue d'argile.
Stand mute, quite lazy.
Tout de noir vêtue, glissent les flots.
So weird, but so pretty.
Talons aiguille et rubans de dentelle.
She cry, and, in the same time, it's raining.
Le regard perdu, un peu triste.
People are walking outdoor, and she look at them.
A l'intérieur de sa tête, le vide.
Memories flies away...
A ses pieds, le sol jonché de feuilles griffonnées :
"I forget how to live, since you leave me alone...
Comment te dire...
"I will always love you."