Someone's living their life,
Someone's living in lies.
Some people appreciate beauty,
Even though they don't know why.

Some just drive their way—
They call it "vibe and thrive."

But how would life be
When you truly know what life is?

Appreciate beauty,
Appreciate ugliness.
Appreciate joy,
Appreciate sorrow.

Then you’ll know:
Real beauty is your duty.

You were drifting clouds in my memories—sometimes soft, sometimes wild.
But without you, those memories would have been empty and lonely.

Maybe I am the desert, with an endless hunger,
and you are the rain that never quenches it.

This desert once was wet; now it's lifeless and empty.
Will you sprinkle on it some water of joy and sorrow?

I promise I will always stand by you.

Going through your pictures makes my yearning almost unbearable.

The enchanted colors in them float around my room—white, green, yellow—too much to contain.

Then the lament broke my windows and disappeared in an instant.

I wandered through darkness until twilight,
and there, at the edge of fading light, I saw a color—red.

In my garden,you are that one flower I want to save.

You are that season I always wait for.

You are that butterfly I dream to touch.

But in the end, the flood came-and the only thing left was weeds.

Let's start again.

How did this bliss turn into a curse?

I embraced peace in the eclipse.

Maybe my world was pretending, but it didn't last for long.

I was bored of the darkness.

I wanted to see the light.

When I saw the light, it was too bright and surreal.

So, I cried.

Everything right beside me, but nothing is with me.

I'm living under the sky, but only a few feet high.

I guess one thing is universal.

So, I smile.

Maybe that's a lie.

I whisper:

I don't need anything fancy in my life. "This is God's plan," I say-and that's reassuring.

But again... that's a lie.

Am I criticizing things?

Or are things being criticized by me?

You didn't come to see me.

You didn't come to see me.

I wait... maybe forever.

This emptiness is haunting me.

Maybe I'm so lonely because you didn't come to see me.

Why do these lonely nights come alive?

Why do these hands of longing keep squeezing my heart?

Hopeless me-still hoping.

Maybe this longing possesses me.

I have defeated patience and now reign over insanity.

You are missing from these lines.

I hope you're missing me from the empty skies.

I can't see you; I've fallen in love with the nights.

I wish to see you in my dreams, but my dreams are too cruel to hide you.

You were speaking in my dream, yet I couldn't even see you.

Was it even you?

Maybe this is the only souvenir I can keep.

These empty shores once felt wet, but my drops are not enough to drench them. I'm weighed down by a shattered heart,

struggling for affection.

My heart is melting within me; it's hard to contain.