Playing with unrequited affection,
Thoughts of her have lingered around.
Is it too late to ask for her love;
When colours have been so dull without her?

''In spite of apprehending every detail of you in each poetry;
Keep pretending to tell countless lies on you.
Serendipity has guided me gently to your gravity.
Is it a probability or a fantasy?
You seem real, in the place you don't exist.''

For those who want to loved but have been tired to be afflicted;
Who have been longing so long, but ended pathetically;
Who have always been being hurt , but heart wouldn't be tired to bear it,

Being aware, that the end of each apologue is neither sweet as fairytale nor embodied as lyrics of love songs.
Trying to negotiate with genuineness of the world and never finding any sorrow for falling in love again.
Is it alone facade or naivety of lovers?
Or could it be a circumvention for an old ballad?
Coffee will remain to be bitter as before, despite thou addest thy tears within.
Rain will remain to fall, even though thou cravest it to stop.
And memoir will be framed in the pasts with beloved.

*''Nevertheless will the love stay the same although thou play'dst with it again?''

Remembering the reminiscence of old times.
The vulgarity of the world has led me to your side.
Playing with missing love, which I couldn't reinterpret.
Neverthless finding the reason of your leaving.

Gäbe es keine weitere Wörter zum Sprechen ,
kann ich noch deine Schönheit beschmieren?
Würde der Wind nicht mehr wehen,
wem muss ich die Sehnsucht anvertrauen?
Könnte das Herz nicht mehr sprechen,
können die Tränen dir zugehen?
Würde dein Dasein nicht in meinem Leben existeren,
kann ich noch in jemanden verliebt sein?

Erinnerst du dich an einem letzten Regen im August?
Sein leidvolles Aroma grassiert in meinen fallenden Tränen,
Warum bleibt die Liebe im Kurzen wie sein Aroma?
JedesTropfchen manifestiert sich einen stilles Leid im Frühling.
Die geringe Momente können auswendig gelernt werden;
Wird aber die Zeit vollgeschätzt?
Wie kannst du vergessen werden?
Wenn alles über dir mit meinem Leben bereits verkörpert hat;
Ein Versprechen kann man vergessen;
Wirst du trotzdem meine Existenz vergessen?
In Ewigkeit bist du der Regen im August;
Mit deinem Tropfchen von meinen Augen erreiche ich dich.

Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate;
Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception;
Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness;

Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall;
Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly?
presumed a northwind that never ******* here;

Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity?
conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops;
Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee;

When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous;
thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination;
how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip;

Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness;
Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty;
Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...