Why did it hurt me?
By looking at those eyes
Why did it hurt me?

Did it try to touch the
veil of my emotions?

Or, they were only the stranger's eyes!

Why did I feel hurt?
Did it try to touch the
veil of my emotions and
want to make me feel that I have sadness
hid beneath me, and I'm alone in my phase?

Why did it hurt me?
Or, they were only the stranger's eyes that turned my feelings so prominent about them!
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Tears don't dry.
They come out in drops and get absorbed under the skin!

Tears don't easily dry.
They try to pierce beneath the skin with old stories and tales.

Tears don't dry quickly,
but thankfully, I was able to save myself from touching the ruins that tears made me see.

Tears don't dry just like that!
They intend to make us feel our emotions and come to terms with reality!

Teardrops don't dry up!
They become absorbed under our skin, and we find the courage to move forward in their fiery glow.
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A broken heart succumbing to emotional collapse finds solace in its only treasure - the memories.

The fire of hope it always deals with takes on an enthusiastic approach after remembering the sweet memories held within its heart.

In the fire, no relationship dies.
In fact, our mind also never dies!
How could memories lose their essence?

The memories hold serenity and peace,
But ask yourself, are you not feeling helpless due to your circumstances?
Are you doing things not from your heart but for the sake of circumstances?
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I feel something offbeat while listening to a song.
For the sake of the collapsed fate,
My heart lightens a candle, and it keeps burning.

But I feel something off track.
The feelings of the past.
Why it has to collide with me
for making my present repent.

I feel something is offbeat,
It is unaware of the pain my heart holds.

My thorn story has never escaped
any situation.

But here, I feel something offbeat.
That does not match the
challenge forming inside me.

I feel something off track, and I'm still recollecting.
What is sharper? The external troubles or the
offbeat feelings of a helpless heart!
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Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
You live in your world without knowing my feelings for you.

I feel bluer as this bridge of understanding and realization turns rosier!

I can feel you smiling by looking at the stars when I see you. I cherish it as my gift, a residue of your memories.

Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
I see you looking up at the stars with a smile, and I consider it a residual gift of your memories.

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All songs remind me of the exact position of your busy world.
The position is clear in terms of their busyness.

The moment I recalled your tiredness
in talking an extra line to me reminded me
their exact position.

Your tone speaks a lot.

Sometimes, I am afraid that I have entered your reign and will never be able to come out.

I'm afraid I'll always be able to listen to my favorite songs or not.

I am afraid I will be able to write a song with the simple lyrics of love and sorrow or not.

All songs remind me of the exact position of your busy world.
The position is accurate in terms of their busyness.

I am holding onto hope through my playlist, holding its hand and moving forward, facing all the emotions.
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I searched many times for a memory of your conversation with me.

But all the tunes reminded me
of my empty hands with their barren look
having no memories.

This rhythm I can't forget!
It reminds me of not having
any conversation memories of you with me.
Their glimmers of immersed yearning fill these sad songs.
And sometimes, I need to be mindful of pursuing their objectives while listening to their nurtured flow!
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