Nocturne

A crowd of bloodthirsty ants are drawn by rotting flesh

I watch the lonely scenery with an expressionless face

Having lost you, love and hate becomes clear

Having lost you, is there anything left to care about

When the doves no longer represent peace

I've finally been reminded, that those feeding in the plaza are, in fact, vultures,

I use beautiful rhymes to describe a love that has been plundered empty

Black clouds begin to obstruct the sky, the color of the night is unclean

Echoes of that funeral in the park, are flying all through the sky

The white rose that I gave to you has withered in this environment of pure darkness

On branches, the silence of the crows creates a surreal atmosphere

Listening quietly, my black overcoat yearns to provide you warmth

A memory that grows colder with each passing day, a life that's gone,

Fog fills the air all around

I am in an open cemetery

I will still love you after I've aged

For you I play Chopin's Nocturne To commemorate this deceased love of mine Just like a wind in the night So heartbreakingly beautiful I gently stroke the keys The longing that I gave was very tentative You are buried in a place called the afterlife For you I play Chopin's Nocturne To commemorate this desceased love of mine And for you I've become anonymous Playing the piano under the moonlight The feeling of your heartbeat Is still so warm and clear I remember the scarlet imprint of you lips Those dragonflies who have lost their wings, are scattered in this forest And yet my eyes do not show a shred of sympathy Having lost you, my tears are murky and blurred Having lost you, even my smile holds shadow The wind on the moss-covered rooftop Ridicules my sadness Like a waterless well I use an exquisite font-type To depict that love which not even regret will bring back