Where can I get those loves?
If they are always hidden,
Under the deep blue ocean,
I've never set the sail,
I've never swum before,
I shall start the journey,
Even though I know I am going to die amid the despairing search,
Eaten by surprise,
Murdered by revelation,
You don't even know what's been inside me,
You ought to think the waves are caressing the shore,
Believing what people say about the soothing sound of the ocean,
I am the only ones who know,
The waves have always been violent,
They tend to rot humans emotion away,
They are bound to be the silent killer,
Feed on gloomy soul.