All along there was this voice inside my head telling me to give up, telling me it's not going to happen but I listened to my heart instead, believing one day, it may come true. I guess that was all just wishful thinking. But now it's too late to take the good advice the voice inside my head gave me, and for some strange reason I don't regret it... Maybe it's because I'm afraid to give up hope.I am scared if i will give up hope,I'll give up on everything because it's the only thing I'm left with.

 

Drenched in the twilight,

Plucking the petals one by one,

Couldn't notice the arrival of dark velvet night,

Looking at the autopsy which cannot be undone.

Beneath the moonlight,
In the silence he smiled and wept,
Reminiscing his last breath in solace,
Embracing the everlasting coldness.

 

If we stand in the eye of calmness,

There will be no market for bleakness,

Every little joy will be cherished,

Even the wintry nights will be treasured.