0. Billionaire's Peeping Piper
The autumn rain batter against the glass
Tell me, when will this season pass?
But even with her greatest ability
The world expresses nothing but hostility
Everything around her standstill
Can you hear the painful shrill?
And as she twirls the cherry drink
The flower in her chest withers and shrinks
Why must this season be so cold?
Filled with hopeless gold
And with another sip
Her slim hand only tighten its grip
The empty cup filled with sorrow
Begging for a better tomorrow
But if the glass was to break
Will you finally be able to feel the heartache?