The tedium sundisck
gently bade farewell to the sea.
At that hour, you confessed me
that there is no love.
I felt a touch of sadness—
Yet without anguish or sorrow—
For your bitter words rang out
Like thunder growl.
We part ways—you and I—forever;
Perhaps both you and I to be blame ever.
The tedium sundisck
gently bade farewell to the sea.
At that hour, you confessed me
that there is no love.