Tears flowing unintentionally
Rushed by the friendless night
I feel confused in my inner heart
And a little pain
The sorrow that has piled up
And the joy that I’m forgetting
They are getting jumbled
It’s a cold whirlpool
There is a widespread, incurable disease called anxiety
Everyone on the street is a black sheep
Every time my fingertips touch someone
I feel like something has been taken from me
We hold each other but still doubt
I watered the flowers until their roots rotted
Once I’ve known the temperature of commonplace love
The coldness of loneliness that pricks my skin
Is the only thing I couldn’t bear
I shed tears until they withered
Joy and sorrow are blended together
In the depths of my heart which is about to be crushed
The cold whirlpool swallowed me
Emptiness in the eye of the typhoon
The calm sunset of nothingness
I’m just huddled there
Can someone touch me?
I’m the only one excluded
From the flow of the seasons
All things I saw was such a daydream
Your hand that reaches out to me
If I could grasp it
All poetry passes me by
I would have forgiven myself even for being so insensitive
Once I’ve known the temperature of commonplace love
The coldness of loneliness that pricks my skin
Is the only thing I couldn’t bear
I shed tears until they withered
Joy and sorrow are blended together
From the world I’ve yearned with wistfulness
The cold whirlpool blocks me