Unscathed love

Leaving the deceased in the estuary serves to alleviate the sorrow. Simultaneously, I engage in the cultivation of love. The persistent ache of pain and the seal of intense hatred, will they resurface tomorrow?

Thus far, Psalm remains overwhelmed and unhealed. If the accusation is unfounded, the seasonal fragrance dissipates, Our separation and God's remembrance are infinite, and in the midst of illness, all attempts at retreat prove futile.

If you shoot silently, you become a poisoned arrow for life. If you venture a little further from the shrine of the stars, firefly's unflattering portrait will be revealed, and beneath the evening lamp of sleep, it will burn.

During the rainy season, it is easy to wash away the tears. But if you remain vigilant of your mistakes,
Incanted moonbeam, the devourer of sorrowful spectacles, will inscribe the lines of life in the valley of memories.

Yet, I leave the deceased in your embrace. The one you held dear, held you in the same regard...