Good Days
While gasping on this side waiting for the good days,
I was told the good days would be seen on the other side of the river.
The boatman agreed to take me there, indeed,
but in return he asked from me the time of my entire life.
Main Story
If your departure had been the end of the story,
even then it could be accepted.
But to me your departure itself felt like the beginning of the main story.
Afterwards your memories, like termites, began eating my brain,
began turning me into a madman.
In that madness I have been destroying myself continuously.
Foolish Heart
Alas, foolish heart,
you went on making someone your own lifelong,
yet you never recognised who truly was your own.
Making a home in my chest, you called another your own.
Tell me what did you gain by giving to another?
You only broke me and all my dreams.
Do You Remember?
I know I no longer have the right to know.
Yet I long so much to know,
the one whom I remember, this heart burns,
does that human image of illusion ever remember me?
Destruction - 3
It is wrong that I was destroyed by loving you.
In truth I was destroyed in trying to forget you.
You had become my habit, against my own mind, against my habit
I tried to forget you by hurting myself.
Even then I could not forget you,
instead I was destroyed.