Dew on the Grass

​Dew on the grass,
It goes away,
Just like the past,
It cannot stay.
I wonder where,
The grass dew goes,
Into the air,
I suppose.
The cool morning air,
Wakes me up,
It’s like there’s no cares in the whole world.
Just looking at
That drop of dew,
Reminds me so much,
Of my time with you.
It’s fading away,
Into the air,
Soon to be gone,
It’s jut not fair.