What are we
If we cannot be together
Life's cruel mistress
People's cold and selfish
Their never-ending taking-for-granted
How beautiful was the sound of misery!
Oh the melodious grief!
No! Separation isn't meant to be music at all!
It came to torture and torment!
Collapsing the temple of mind
Had I lost my sense
Turning to a mindless bloodthirsty creature
It is as if the Gloomy Sunday
Drives me to insanity
Eternal turmoil
To the end.
Every day and night
Lady Time dutifully reminds me
of how she has performed with utmost responsibility
Sadistic enough
Never had she stopped!
Depriving me of conscience and rationality
The harsh reality ticks 1.11.12
Count as you wish
But I wouldn't and mustn't.
Will you still think of me,
After we're separated by the merciless Straits of Tebrau?
Will I get
A phone call? An occasional message?
Words of comfort?
Or even a mutter of silence?
Do I deserve it?
Or should I give you a teddy hug before you go
So that you will remember me?
You say
A day without three of us is horrible.
I mean
Devastating.
What are we if fate tears us apart?
What are we
If we cannot be together?
There's no turning back.
For all of my fear
For all of my doubt
For all of my faith
For all of my hope
Would I ever get to tell you
That I will miss you
For ever?