I learnt about you like a history.

So hard to solve, you're a
mystery.

Talking about you, I always crave more.

Hunger of your touch, is second world war.

Never satisfied; my life is null.

I imaginary sketched you so hard.

So bad, my eyes grew sad.

Your smile, my mind couldn't draw.

If only I could feel your heart beat when I touch the floor,

If only I knew you and understood the departure's law,

I wouldn't have been caught in this anxious web.

And seek knowledge like a student who's curiosity is never curbed,

in life's empty school class;

as an unintelligible misfortunate student, as fragile as glass.