My skin trembles with pleasure and pain—pleasure in every tender way you loved me, yet torn by the agony in the way you unraveled me.

Let us abandon the wounds we inflicted in our distance and embrace the quiet joy that once united us. Forget the anguish, and remember the love that first sparked and sustained us.

The more I endeavor to expunge every trace of you, the deeper you inscribe yourself upon my soul, leaving indelible memories that even time cannot efface.

Do you know the agony of yearning every second for someone you loved fiercely, while he has obliterated even the faintest echo of your name from his heart?

What hurts more?
Is it the void of your absence,
Silent, consuming, endless—
Or the torment of dreams,
Where I hold you, only to lose you at dawn?

What do I love more—the moon, or him?
I looked at him, and without a word,
My heart had already chosen—
He eclipses all, even the moon...

While flipping through the pages of our memory book,
I found those dried flowers, and with them, your memory bloomed once again…
That even after all this time, my heart, still aching for you,
Surrendered its fragile hope of living in your yearning and crumbled, drop by drop.