Summer Have Return, Summer Have Gone

The agonizing push and pull may be bore no longer.. So I, too, am departing with the season

I’ve come to the conclusion that it is possible for love to end the lives of men,
and I feel as though I may die soon.
Summer have return, summer have gone.


I have yet to find a way to capture you, sun, so my things are readied and I have decided to trail behind. I’m stubborn and swearing in frustration and slamming my fists. I need not know anything about you, as I believe people should tend to themselves.. and in saying that, yet exposing myself must be contradictory.. please do not take me as tenuous or of a less loyal character.. I only beg the acknowledgement from you that I am alive so that I may pass peacefully, and with a complete heart. I know it presumptuous, and I know you won’t be able understand, fully, but you are destined to help me do something about this ugly mindset.


What will become of us in the future,
if we keep moving at this pace?


I feel as though there are so many people surrounding me, who are outstanding in many areas; and though I am nothing special, when I’d indirectly heard you spoke of me, I’d begun to bloom. It seems you are at ease now, with me, yet have not taken appropriate measure to adjust your consideration accordingly. The light of admiration does not last forever.

I’ve completely fallen behind you, now
and this is my last request,
if you do not turn your head to see me,
my life will end.