Though my love for you is like an art,
Just now, I want this to set aside.
This yearning is indeed not upright,
Because affection you can't provide.
I'm too distressed to convey myself,
Passion is somehow disappearing,
Strength turned to dust and nowhere left,
Querying why I am still living.
I eschew and forswear everything,
You cloaked and didn't notice efforts
I am now left out here for nothing,
Why should I clamor love and go fort?
No longer good in things I used to,
Passion is somehow disappearing,
What should I do? Certainly no clue.
Querying why I'm not leaving.
