You no longer see me laugh, my lips have grown rigid from some cold touch!
Walking down some path of hope, I am betrayed at every moment, yet I feel the final song remains unsung. I know this song too will perhaps be lost in everyone's scorn or indifference. Knowing this, today I have surrendered myself to all shamelessness.
In my long silence, today I feel wordlessness makes love write such lines whose source is essentially personal sorrow.
Perhaps those who fail in love and prayer can no longer hide any sorrow in the end.