Bitter Love
At that pleasant night of moonshine,
They met each other for the first time.
She looked at him with curious eyes &
He looked at her with wonder-struck eyes.
Her silent heart began to sing love songs &
She knew that he was her prince charming.
His dead soul stood up with fresh spirit &
He admitted that she was his dream girl.
She whispered in his ears that he was her life &
He promised her that he would never leave her.
They built their lovedom with their never-ending dreams…
Faith & honesty were the forts.
Tonight is also a pleasant one with moonshine
Well… Not to them anymore.
She wants to forget that pleasant night &
He… Has already forgotten.
She still has her heart but it is not singing &
She blames her heart for deceiving her.
He still has his soul but it has no spirit &
He scolds his soul for fooling him.
Huh! There is no whispering &
Her voice has been buried under tears.
The promise has been broken &
He is regretting for his words.
The fort of faith has been collapsed by doubt &
The fort of honesty has been crushed by lies.
She has been hurt by the thunderbolt of fate &
He has been torn apart by the thorn of pain.
There is nothing left between them now
But… Only the killing sigh.
Yes, only the merciless killing sigh.
