Honey, don’t cry,
And don’t you ever!
A diamond will fetch its highest prize
If you shed one tiny tear!
And honey, don’t you ever be sad,
You’re faster than the brightest comet,
So the past won’t haunt you
Even if he tries very hard to.
You’re the fire, either the water,
Burning as the core of the earth
Or cold as the silence of the cosmos,
Or you’re equally powerful in between.
You’re beautiful, my darling
In your very own way
You’re nature made
You’re who you yourself made
One and only among this vast Milky Way.

I’m a star,
Aligned with others in the dark,
Millions and trillions of dreams—
Gravitation pulls their light in streams,
And they shine so bright,
Yet each has its own plight.

When he turns off the light,
He sees no one inside.
Blackness of purity, purity of chaos.
He still sees those eyes,
Something looms over his mind
That he sometime dreamed about,
That he sometime thought about,
That he sometime uttered about.

And in those dreams,
When blood rushed through his brain,
When he experiences it all over again,
When he jumps out of it to see
What he had been through,
He then feels and comes to know
A daunting fact—
The hidden depression he knows,
When the past still haunts
And hunts for its prey.