If I speak up
Do you have patients to wait
For me to come to the point
And will you not be mad
If there was no point at all?

Melodies of these place is indescribable with few phrase,
Hummingbird hovering as bee
Upon pink flowered tree,
Meadow shinning bright green,
Every weeds bearing tiny bloom,
Not a single leaves looks off scene
This is the place where lover would
forget their way and be an adventurer instead.

Long day was it today
I traveled, cleaned, cooked and
Scattered my cracked sentiment
Still this day is not over yet

I am trying to it fix back
To black and white
Gathering all into a sac

It keeps winding up colourful instead

I understand sleep and unable to sleep
I am aware of your existence and you
yet unable to meet

Just do me a favour and let me live without reliazation of your existence
I will be fine knowing I am still me
Even without you
I am someone too
Even if nobody know of me
Let me live in search of myself

Both of their love was undeniably true.

One wanted to protect and nourish it
and saw how beautiful it makes the world...

Other wanted to pluck and cherish it
and saw how beautiful it makes the world....

One was a gardener and the other, a florist.

I took a short break for a while
I am still taking that break for a while
Such long time has passed me by
I no longer know
where I was suppose to go

Your sadness makes me feel something  familiar,
Your joy has always been
strange to me.

Voices in me sounds like echo of you
Your words in my tongue
Sigh in my gesture
How much of me is really left now ?