Look Into My Soul

This wind quenches my scarlet tears.

Hope turns its face,

it cannot look into my soul.

I cannot name my stars,

galaxies do not agree to me

hugging them.

I lost my last tear

somewhere along the way.

Loneliness, buried in a heart-shaped box,

no longer asks for pain,

no longer asks for the last breath

of suffering.

The last constellation detached from

this yellow sky,

the future passed without

a farewell letter.

Once you have found the truth

in the midst of condolences,

stop time for a moment,

look at my reflection in your greedy mirror.

Do not be afraid of happiness,

it is completely harmless.

I miss silence, I miss remoteness.