A battle mute we’ve been waging all along
without sharing words of love or grief.
You want to wail over your tragic life
and seek my words of consolation.
But I’ve no nerve to speak with you.
Your languorous visage makes my eyes wet
yet I don’t break through my slumber.
The animals, birds and all other moving things
don’t keep silence like us for decades,
being love-sick but dare n’t burst it out.