Noticing that running water
Using my two hands I gather
Saving its life as if I could
Thinking that if I really should
Water starts to drip off my hands
Catching them with everything I can
Yet, doing so is indeed meaningless
For onto the ground, it perfectly falls.
As I look above,I ask what is there
Wish I can go up there to see better
Tracing the source of that water
I found a place called nowhere
Looking the droplets on the ground
Another water drops from somewhere
As I search for the cause of it
I discover it is from me eyes.