Dear my lovely Steemians,
I felt lonely in the crowd
Clothed with endless heartless noise
When it comes to yours
I'm just silent
And they roared in my grief
He has left the story
Stories about love
Between me and him
Though hastily without direction
I do not care
I look ahead even though the fog bandage
And mystery is still a question mark
But ... this is my way of life
You grip my soul
You lock tight in your heart
Until I could not see the shadow of hope
Empty all flavors in chest
This is a bitter story
Will not culminate
And will be an unbroken piece of story
And now ...
I stop hoping
I live in the shadows
Frightening shadows
Grip deep inside
This is my break
Which will be an endless sad story