Stories of my feelings for you
have all been illustrious,
Look at how they are all linked to your name,
Perhaps it is my generosity that I am silent till now,
Even though I know all of your failings.
People who don’t burn from inside,
They are like dead vessels,
The only thing being cold are the bodies.
Burn this world to the ground with my silent words,
When my destiny is to cease to exist eventually.
Then where’s the harm in flaring up before turning to ashes.
And those ashes become of my strength.
Expectation touching hope should never end,
The cherished should never be slandered,
but I scorched down with the lamps, Your arrival was only a dream.
People kept on tossing me like a chunk of earth out of their way ,
onto that mistreated path that happened to be mine.
And so, I kept wandering
along my way.
I amassed myself into the whole thing
and flung myself into the motionlessness.
This was my crashed silence –
prevalent and spacious,
Deep within the stillness,
I can hear only the sound of my footsteps.
And my happiness was hiding
in the last mysterious silent tear.
My memories take a roller coaster’s drive.
And daily, I live another life.
My eyes become teary.
And my heart is clouded by a fog of unknown imagination,
I looked around but found only numbness.
No one can see my eyes because of dust.
I feel like I am sinking and push my dream with a silent wave.
Stories of my feelings for you are still silent and unknown.
And my love is a splash of tears.
Finally, I reached the last path
And My heart turns gray with ash,
The river may carry ashes away, or dust will hide them again.
It’s time to fall.