lost in translation

her eyes only looks at love.

in a rising sun where everything beautiful is passed by everyday.

and the thought of being distant is abundant on cherry blossoms

and where being swept away last only until winter.

i may not find the words

to make you stay

or give the comfort that you really need.

but don’t drown yourself in emptiness

for i will crumble too when i leave this city.

i believe all hope is not lost

maybe they are just being translated

by our actions because sometimes

movements captivate us more

than mere voices of subtlety.






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