Like a flip of read pages

the dance of burning leaves

the plight of their dispersing fumes,

Sweet love at first sight

promises made on lonely nights,

Like the hidden strings of an uncertain infinity

a sojourn to a lifeless land and the gloom of a starless sky,

Sweet love, turns sour

dreams of blissful life together

becomes a tunnel with no spark within, bewildered by a merger of many pains,

When love fades away

like the end points of horizon

feelings become like a passing breeze

nothing else is left

all that counts remains our sight and a big world of disillusion!

-Mascotte-