We are crashing together with a clatter of sounds,
mumbling our last words of love.
The bed becomes colder and colder, along with our hearts.
We're caught between Dreamland and reality,
falling asleep to the painful sound of the rain,
with our lungs filled with all the things we never said.
In the infinite Universe, we flow like stardust,
dividing into atoms,
with Bob Dylan as the soundtrack of our distructive love.
Tears well up in your big, hazel eyes as you mutter the lyrics.
And suddenly, my body started to feel the loneliness again.
I couldn't hear a thing and I was drowning in regrets.
Maybe my unsteadiness destroyed your passion or maybe it was just an illusion.
You said "Is love supposed to hurt like this?"
I didn't know what to say.
You took your clothes and left for the last time.
All I can say now is that my heart is too heavy for you to lift and the music of my soul could never be heard by you.