You are still,
loved, and in my dreams,
susceptible to haze of dusts and smokes,
Converged to black holes,
Like a stray astroid,
blown to sparks,
my trembling hands,
are frail to touch you,
before my offsprings,
I can make you anoyed,
with revengeful words,
but i am like a disabled ambitions,
Unable to forget you,
Unable to get you.