There’s a woman I admire somewhere;
Knowing I wouldn’t talk to her ever,
I let my heart sunk in the old tears.
I judge myself over and again to love;
Pruning the inability to seek someone,
She wears an ugly look when I look.
Deathra, what’s more painful;
Knowing my feelings does not last, or,
Knowing my feelings can deceive myself,
Either I suffer or I proclaim what I feel with.
Today, I see her again and my heart screams,
Tell her or not; nothing changes your sufferings,
Years in darkness I spent walking, now the light
Burns my feet made of sins I committed to survive.