The Rhythm of my wave

I made a story with a splash of tears. And this story is just for you to remind my affection. I am trying to run from this crowd, But still, I sealed myself with your unwanted shackle. My imagination is killing me tenderly day by day And my hope just became ash I scatter this ash in the sea. The rhythm of my wave is throbbing fast, And It is hard to texture my sensation of melancholy. I made a story with this rhythm of my heart, And it is floating with your glee, When you are alone, you will…