That torn apart my dawn
Is now Knocking
My deep night.
If my mind was graceful
You would be Brahms' Lullaby.
Hence because I am like exiled Napoleon
I'm listening Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.
Why such sorrowfully falling down
because you can't become snow
Or my agony makes you sorrow
If because of me
Smash me with your tears.
if because of you
I'll wait to see your metamorphosis
Watching you
Who can become beautiful
As it gets colder
I'll wait here
Until my winter gets
Colder, more painful.
Hopefully
This way to see
Plaintive winter rain
Looks optimistic
Encourages me
And makes me less desolate.