I see radiance coming from the sun’s sunlight, residing especially for my delusions
Slowly turning into my secluded dwelling filled to the brim with arctic hours
Even though, I see you rooted there when everyone else didn’t come
Listening to the ode I serenade you with
Our flowing time trickling the time we spend away
Observing through my looking glass the abandoned children and adults I ponder
Why does he bother?
Our happiness is accelerating, and even though, I see the abandoned children and adults so sad
Why won’t anyone harmonize with others abiding in our universe?
Our happiness has transpired so we both recall our memories
Our time together was so sweet and cherished
I don’t think anyone was defended from living with this tragic emotion
Regret
