My Melancholia

Flower

You've always liked the beam of the sun,

So I've come to like it.

I let the beam of the sun touch my skin;

It's so warm, just like you, smile like you.

You wish to become the wind someday,

So I want to become a bird to soar to the skies with you.

Your charm allures, shakes, seizes, and steals my heart,

And my life becomes yours.

That day, you broke my heart without you knowing;

My heart turned cold as winter.

Can the burning sun melt the winter in my heart?

I've known you for a little while.

Reality is cruel; you don't belong to me or to anyone.

I'm anxious—can that person treat you better?

You always liked loyal ones.

If someday you finally find someone you like,

I hope that person can continue to bring you endless happiness and joy,

A smile that is never changing.