Fallen Lovers
Fallen flowers shadowing over Shaolin tower,
Moles and owls are all digging my grave downwards.
Perhaps the cemetery looks too un-lovely, untouched,
Becoming a constant breath of my end,
Becoming my heart unharmed.
Where the winds met, you and I take a step;
You become a shallow path, like you've seen the sun in the end.
Fallen flowers drowning their starving lover,
Birds are braver, taking my time and showers.
It was hard, now it’s harder living without you any further;
I’ve seen through you like you were my mirror.
You read a lot of books; I finished reading you a long time ago.
If it must end, then why did we even start it?
If it was about letting you go, then why are you crying next to my cemetery?
You must have taken everything from me;
You should have just put me down slowly.
Now flowers are growing well above me,
Like they found the "me" in me.
Now there is no heart left in me,
How can I owe you even a thing?
You were my breath, now it is also taken from me.
I wonder if I should have brought the moon for you;
If you had become the moon, I wouldn't have looked for the stars.
After all, I love no one but you.
Fallen flowers becoming my hated lover;
Whenever I wonder about you, you become my night in thunder.