It's a cliché,
Using the lover's colors of roses,
I replenish my heart's stocks.
It's the weekend afternoon
And the rains are finally over.
But I'm walking,
All alone in the streets,
Whereas I want to be near you…
I should have known
The more I fall in love with you,
I will have to pay my share of the pain
By suffering the more.
And I know it,
The situation is sad indeed…
When I can't meet you,
The person whom I have so much feelings for…
I have been told that,
The feeling that I want you to be there always
Is something not to think of.
From a corner of my heart
That I have been suppressing
Comes the flow of emotions,
That I can't stop,
Which inside is slowly killing me…
I should have known
That even though I'm deeply in love you,
I could not have,
Simply kept you
Only for myself.
Yet now it has finally become a memory
That I will cherish
All my life
It's a promise…
I will always have faith in you.
(NOTE: Considering I wrote this thing 3 years ago when I was a little kid, please forgive the lack of sophistication in the language used)