I hold the longing in the wound
Wailing in the dark sulking is beautiful
Time doesn't care about the wound
Lying body hugging pain at the end of the twilight
Only shadows exist in fantasy
Supporting a smile embroidered in fragility
I'm isolated in a lonely corner
Hugged silently in lamentation and weeping
I only praise the full moon
Draw your face in the light
I caress you in the eyelids
Biased in the longing that cuts the wound
My hands are shaking in hope
Slow to write your name in lament rhyme
My fingers are not graceful to write words
Giving birth to a feeling in the womb of love
This is the poem of the lost adventurer
Scratched under the majestic stars
This is the poem of the lost adventurer
Thrown away in the dim depths