“Love-Like Agony”

The sound of the rain pouring onto the trees behind me; are saying the letters of your name loudly like it is trying to find me, The air blows a cold, chill is in the air; like it went zero degree, Freezing, frosty, icy; yet it feels so good like it’s killing me softly; probably my desire is merely a scalding cup of valerian tea, Finally; warmth that caress my temple utterly gently, just like the ocean breeze that’s streaming through the waves of your hair beside the sea, A dove that flies up above where no one can see, calmly and extremely free, Unlike my temple wrecked, crumbled, exiled; when can I ever be free like a Falcon who can quickly flee,  The music in my mind turns cacophony, instead of chaos, it gives me melancholy. Shadows of our past linger, taunting me; Echoes of your memory, haunts me; we’re like the moon and sea looks good together like we are meant to be, aren’t we?