Gloomy Day
The day has
arrived,
The day of
emptiness,
The day of
nothingness.
The insects
of the universe,
Are nothing
in the eyes of the Mighty One.
Still, they
are in the deception of the world's luxury,
As if they will
escape from the wrath of His,
During the
day of Resurrection.
When the holy
words have been whispered,
Mountains
will collapse,
Oceans will
turn into vapour,
Only then,
the pitiful insects will realize,
The world is
nothing more than a deceptive stage,
The stage of
temporary acting,
For the
forgetful, sinned insects.
The day has
arrived,
The day of
emptiness,
The day of
nothingness.
My Sword
On a mountain high,
I dreamt of the day,
The day when you are here beside me.
Maybe the mind,
Is still deceiving,
Showing the vision of you,
Embracing your presence.
Your warmth,
Still haunting me.
Is it time to start moving on?
Is it time to start believing?
Believing the less preferred.
Oh it's time start moving on,
Time to believe,
Give me my sword.
Awaiting
The song that
you taught me,
Is still
here, in the deepest part of my heart.
Echoing,
along with the lovely voice,
The lovely
voice of yours.
Even if you
are far away,
In the depths
of this heart,
Perfectly
filled with that gentle smile,
The droplets
of my feelings,
Sliding down
my cheeks.
Believe me,
I will always
be by your side.
Scent
In the deep
thick forest,
There is a
scent that is really dear,
Try to follow
it, I did.
Try to chase
it, I did.
Try to find
it, I did.
Hopelessly, I
walk alone in the scorching sunrise.
While
stepping on the ruins,
The ruins of
my heart.
