Who could tell this
was going to happen?
I wish someone told me
before I met you.
Suddenly, your light
blinded me,
and I didn’t want to
see anything out of it.
You were like the most
beautiful sun explosion,
it was just warm and
heat everywhere,
but, as you know,
every explosion comes
with its damages.
In yours, my hearth
was the most damaged thing.
You just left me,
In the dark and cold spot,
I met you,
knowing that,
I won’t be able to
find someone with the same brightness as you
had.
