She kept weaving dreams of togetherness.
while, I lost the thread somewhere
that could tie us,
Slowly her wish of unity turned pale out of pain that she endured in a long wait,
For me, Love is way too difficult,
because I don’t believe in fate.
Life is something else,
I chose the dreams at the cost of my tears.
And she wanted me to give up those because of her fear.
Her fear of losing me, for she desired to live without any goal.
And being a free bird I decided to fly for the blue sky to complete my whole.
Hiding the secret of my love from everyone, a flow of emotions between the two of us.
Separation was the only fate,
for no light of hope, not even rays
we departed for what was destined for us.