My dry lips are exposed to the frozen sun.
My overflowing tears trace me with a dripping brilliance.
I was searching for you merely in the hopes of making up for this meager place.
The pain transmitted between our touching fingers is all we collect.
If the wish I hold aloft deep within my heartbeat is called destiny,
Then the memories I left behind and the lost vision of
Your face even now, remain forsaken...
There is a wavering in my faint sigh and quivering look.
My crumbling soul quakes my eyes and their glimmering envelops us.
I wished I wouldn't be hurt if we happened across each other.
Nestled against the pain of my clipped wings, I gently sleep.
My life is expended because I cannot return, because I cannot go back.
The ability I simply threw away on that day so long ago
I yearn for in your warmth.
Everyone is confronted by their different sorrows even though they long for tomorrow.
With the strength of the disgrace and lament you keep your eyes on, break me.
The dying prayer I cannot express spells out my destiny.
The bequeathed memories and the lost vision of your face
That grew within my chest, even now, remain forsaken.