I screamed your name at the edge of the cliff
where the sun rises and I drop your name
as it slows down to a serenade's whisper,
a one-winged bird ends its life
in realization that it can never live again.
live: to fly, to soar in the endless horizon;
to have that taken away,
it's worse than drowning in hell's flames-
that's what the bird sees.
to live without you by my side
is a life without any meaning, but I
definitely will find a new meaning,
and I will survive until then
so remember those three words:
they expire rather fast.
I know the memories of you
will continue to live on
but I'd already have learnt how I
can finally let you go.