O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

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