prism

I swim the river of tears to complete my journey.
I arrived here following the melody of light.
My hands are opened for holding sorrow instead of you under unreachable sky.

Are you still scowling?
Then, are you happy now?
I'm wishing you would find someone who loves you.

Let's whistle and go to the flower hill
even if ill-tempered people say something..
Did I make mistake somewhere?
I don't know the answer at present. It's above the sky.

A dizzy crescent accompanies me, reading my mind.
I thought that I still could walk to the place, where I had never reached.
I can carry on as I did because of my tough love, because of my wild tenderness.

Let's whistle and go to the flower hill,
holding pleasure above unreachable sky.

What's blooming is rings of light.
What's beating is my heart.

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