You don’t deserve me,
As the melodies,
I’ve written are frivolity for you.
All the tears entwined together are useless,
entirely I have become is a pile of mess.
I can’t undo the feelings,
It’s been four years of togetherness,
But you still can’t confess,
All the sentiments I realized were there within you.
When the moon turns ebony,
And the sky turns white,
I’ll meet you again in the moonlight.
Where things will be distinct for you,
Where you won’t be sole to go.
Where the sun won’t give its ray,
And the sky will be brighter enough,
To show the way, to nothing but heaven,
Where all the wonders began.
And I’ll be mine before anybody else’s,
And you will yearn for this togetherness.
But I’ll be gone, leaving you all alone.