oh death
the last hope of the hopeless
that which brings smile
on the shipwrecked
...
My grandmother lived for her parents
Study, work, marriage
Whatever she did, or didn't do
was for the comfort of her parents
...
Though you lighten the world as ever
Oh mystical moon
Why can't you wipe my tears as before
...
Like burning the plant
With too much manure
My innocent hopes
Ends in vein
...
I don't know;
why you have to shiver even in summer
...
silence; but i hear
darkness; but i see
and emptiness; yet i feel
...
I don't bother the taste anymore
Bitter; sweeter; i don't care
But let it come by now and then
...
Indeed i'm depressed;
like perfumes of winter.
But not because i leave here;
But the colours filled in the rainbows were fake
...