Feelings are worthless,
But when the feelings are gone,
The cost of suffering becomes a heavy burden on heart.
The heart is broken,
And is wounded like a dry desert,
Everything in the world seems dark, Thoughts can no longer be restrained,
That’s why I understand so much pain and sufferings,
Yet again and again the coffin,
Floats in to the thought of captivating,
Tears streamed down the corner of eye,
She wants to get out, she thinks.
Feelings will come back to the door of the heart,
The feelings will speak for themselves someday.