Have I no heart?
A heart that yearns, cries, and feels joy?
A soul to feel any profound emotions.
Emotions, that makes I - a being.
Thus, this heart aches.
Feeling the unchanged passerbys thoughts.
Knowing the commotion of the individual thoughts.
Realizing the stupidity of listening.
The heart is lost, unknown to the decision of life.
This is the essence of the heart,
my love...
