A Burdened Life
The feelings that can’t be put into words,
When I try to tell someone, it feels too personal,
Something that can’t be shared with anyone.
Those feelings and those unspoken words
Become far too heavy.
And it is that very weight
That makes our lives burdened.
Fate
Fate, fate, fate you are strange indeed,
A hard and cruel kind of comfort.
Once something is lost and people say,
“It wasn’t in your fate,”
No matter if the will was there or not,
No one can deny that reason anymore,
Everyone must accept it.
Helplessness
Such a vast world,
So, so many people,
And yet there is no one here who truly understands me!
Perhaps there is no greater helplessness than this.
Without You
Even on nights lost in half-sleep,
I remain sleepless.
Your memories burn within me,
Heating my mind like fire.
The heart murmurs in its tales,
That it feels a desert within itself.
My eyes say they won’t blink again,
For when they do, they see your image,
As if you’re standing right before me.
And still, see how even while fleeing from you,
I keep looking for you endlessly.
This is how together we celebrate “Without You.”
Fatigue
The more I tried to explain,
The more pain I received.
Now even when I feel sorrow, I do not express it.
I feel weary even at the thought of explaining.
I realize,
I’ve lost the very sense of expressing my pain.