Burning red yet feeling blue,
Love's a riddle with no clue,
Like fabric pieces that I can't sew,
Or seeking stars under fog and dew.
My bold heart's broken,
While tossing you my tokens,
Fading slow yet standing tall,
Plans of our first date in exam hall.
In realm of love with valley of flowers,
Thunder currents or getting stabbed by lover,
Tell me which one is worse?
Being loved in a cursed universe.
