on my own

because we don't need anyone to be with us at that moment, because it is so intimate, too intimate, only maybe we”ll need some little breeze touching the chin or forehead, i would prefer calm rain as if someone still wants to cry for me like in old times, like when people were dressed up in black and carried handkerchiefs in their pockets, and someone would take out his handkerchief from the pocket and wipe his eyes and nose, maybe the sun will rise or come down with me, i won't mind; a few little birds chirping up in the air, so i can still breathe in the grassroots and listen to the winds before the rains after, because it is so intimate i will close my eyes and leave on my own without thinking of you, and probably that would be it