I'm in love problems.
The problem that there is no doom.
The problem that weighed my back till I drooped.
I pondered, removing tear dew grains.
Trying to hold sobs.
Trying to hold a second of longing.
And trying to ignite my incoherence.
Until finally I realized from my dream.
I'm out of my dark.
Free from my imagination.
Freed from my imagination.
Free from all the memories of my life.
I close my old diary.
And I open the door of my future.
