I can’t even your write your nameLest somebody else sees it;
I can’t express my feelingsFor somebody will dislike it;
I can’t hold your handWhat if somebody is jealous of it?
I can’t look at you or take your pictureThen, somebody may fall sick out of seeing it.
How much do I want you to silently say,“Come, let us close our eyes & lock our lips;”
In an passionate embrace when two hearts become one, again,And demons are demolished.
But now, I can’t even call or message youBecause you
–and not somebody else-Do not want them to be .
What more do I say,If you do not want to grow old with me?
That, there is a next life?What do I do with this one, then?
Keep on walking towards an illusory horizonAnd join the ember sun sinking into the blue sea?!.