Sometimes in life,
I wished I could really also be
a joyful person.

But a wish is just
a mere wish,
and there's probably no possibility of it.

Because I am just like a zany clown,
hiding all its pain--through being happy but pretentiously.

I was waiting
for the rain to fall.
'Coz I am tired of
being on a sunny day.
Because nothing could help
to please me and ease my pain.
But being on a rainy day
is a kind of heaven.
Because even if no one
touches your skin--
at least there's something
which could soothe and touches your bare skin.

I laughed at my own mistakes
as if it is someone's fault--
but actually mine...

A cavalryman who is too afraid to protect,
cannot even unsheathe its sword,
even if it means to protect someone,
or even itself;
but he can't--
because he is a craven cavalryman.

why?
Of all the woman in this world--
why does it have to be you?
who only chooses a good-looking one
and not someone who has dignity and ambition.

why does it have to be you?
who always left me and hurt me..
I am tired of being a toy...
I am tired of loving...
But here I am, still doing it...
I even made a poem to express my love on you;
and to show how I really love you...
But what can I do?
Even though how many poems that either I have made or going to write..
there's still no point of it--because you don't like me...

I dreamed too much
and
I sought too much
yet it's about love that I dreamed and sought the most.

Of all many times I did,
I still ended up
falling on my own
stupidity
and
in the
abyss.

the place where I learnt to love--
is also that place where I suffered yet too much.