What unsettled is gone
Dreams and longings are in same current
The warmth in sunshine just heating up the path.
The days repeat all the same.
The watchable sunsets has already moonlight.
Renowned Autumn already passed by.
Season and weather all shattered.
There comes winter,
My already cold body meets the cold air.
Just living in percussion.
How should I convey,
I'm lost inside.
The body is walking by.
Please, someone
Bring me a sunshine has
I'm under the moonlight.

What's right? What's wrong? What's in between?
I don’t know—irony!
Here I am, caught between them.

I know I love. That’s not wrong, but maybe the person is.
Is it attraction, infatuation, love? I don’t know.
Sometimes I almost worship this person.
I know it’s harmful, even devious, yet I can't turn back.

Now, I'm in deep, like cold water over my head.
All I remember is going back, giving chances for change.
It’s a loop.

The last time I smiled was in a rewritten spring.
Now, I'm an empty shell, compliant.
My innocence and self-esteem have left me—I'm all bone and skin.

I never understood the space between right and wrong.
Now, that special someone is just a facade.
My last words to complete are:
"Sunset is pretty, isn’t it?"