Seeing your face, my heart no longer smiles.
The fire has been extinguished,
a gloom has set in,
rain clouds have exiled the sun.
When did this happen?
When did I fall from the float,
to hit the ground so painfully?
My mind and my heart,
cannot answer that question.
Like a cool summer breeze,
love blew past.
No matter how hard this self tries
to make things as beautiful as before;
The eyes only see dry deserts-burnt rain forests.
Lying on a stone next to a warm body
when did I become ice?
When...