Waiting

The one who plays the flute
I was sitting by opening the window
He never played the flute.

With that tune I would like to sing a song
I thought by the corner of the heart
Could not sing anymore.

To draw a picture of someone
I caught the paint and brush
Never I could paint.

That's the way to go
I went out from the door
Could not walk on the path anymore.

To decorate in the bloomed color
Remained prepared for sometimes
Never could paint with the mind.