Darkness detects in your face,
have you done anything wrong?
is there anything faulty in your love?
now, you are drowning slowly into a desert.
Look at the sky,
I sometimes surrender my ruthless past,
and feel the blooming, sweet,
and youthful nature.
Please don't allow the overwhelming grief,
don't faint in sorrows,
just a little moment of joy
scrapes such bloomer a lot.
Let the past live in its past,
just allow the ruth to come in your soul.
Say good bye to melancholia,
go and please don't come again you, the past, the harmful melancholia.
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