Nothing

When the days are so boring and tiring for you
when the moment is no more exciting like we used to do
when the sun is not helpful with its scorching rays
Like the flower that is now in its wilting days

When the tune is no more a music to the ear
when the photo is unattractive and not so dear
when the painting is blurred and not good to see
like an ink-less pen, now there's nothing in me