Rain poured on passersby,
The remains of the vermilion sun,
Disappeared behind the tall building,
While at a table in Les Deux Magots,
A bleeding, sensitive heart,
Shielded her face to hide the tears
And stained her lips with dark red wine.
Betrayal coursed through her veins,
As she stubbornly tried to enjoy the evening.
Betrayed by someone who owed her nothing,
Yet meant so much,
That she already missed him,
Though she had not yet left.
Helplessly falling in love,
She had surrendered her dignity,
Imploring him to see her time after time,
Though she was already sure of the answer.
The loneliness was unbearable,
As she sat among jolly people
On that last rainy night.