That encounter had no color,
like a gust of wind in black and white passing by.
How I wished I could entrust all my pain to you.
But the merciless autumn followed close behind,
cruelly exposing the wounds covering my body.
Even my icy fingers were still reaching out to you.
Once frozen like ice, I have now melted into a pool of water.
You gently scoop me up, then toy with me using your lips.
Even so, I still search for true love.
These dry eyes are fixated on this moment, not on what lies ahead.
If only I could end things like this in your arms.
We shed our disguises, our skin white as snow,
leaving even the moonlight dimmed.
After that, I came to love the night a little, too.
Like an ocean I depend on, it makes me forget to breathe.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
