Lying on the bed of death,
Every inch of me is sinking
In the ocean of your remembrance.

My heart is sick,
Tears run out in my eyes,
And I'm tired of writing sad poems.

I loved you madly,
I trusted you blindly,
Now I'm crying alone silently.

I sacrificed a lots for you,
I sacrificed myself for you,
But I didn't stop loving you.
Why did...