If only I could truly love,
If only I had trust,
If only I opened and talked,
If only I expressed tears,
If only I ignored the fake,
If only I ripped off the dark,
If only I killed Lies in my heart,

I wouldn't have lost you.
I'm sorry.

I love you.

I remember spring-
My precious treasure of love
And sour acridness.

I revere my spring-
Full of wan doubts and revel-
In freezing autumn.

Don’t worry; I’m fine.
I am here to remember
My spring- my old time.

With heart in cache
And wilted rose in my heart,
I’m here without him.