
Birth, death Perhaps are merely The two ends of a tightly bound string Throbbing, humming Yearning for one who truly hears, yet hoping to break free
Shall we play a tune together? You slightly tremble The trembling ache of fingertips sweeps across the strings, glides past the ear Glides past the intertwining bonds of countless words
But I gently let it cease Letting the lingering echoes slowly drift away Perhaps, harmonizing is also a kind of bondage Let us choose to part ways


