Tell me,
that I used to be so loved poetry,
until finally the dictions has gone
and imagination was stalled
Tell me,
that you used to live in a poem of temples were also
used to be a lineup of stars who heeded the night,
before the end you said that I'm just a dreamer
who missed the morning
Tell me,
about the characters who die after losing inspiration
Tell me!
Tell me,
to let the world know what its unknown about us;
me, you, and that poems
to the row of unknown words,
I want to love you back
without having to wait for the brokenheart again