ILusMin

Is the warmth real?

or just my illusion...?

Through the frozen ocean,

A gleam till the dust-laden dome.

So, is it a lie again...

to me, who has nothing left?

....so stay a while, you are so beautiful.



Close the dome, curl up in a corner

ending as the despised one, for the rest time

Ah...

A crying heart will only melt after all.



But I just can’t forget it,

The warmth of being loved...

With just a little spark,

everything blooms in the frost

then it will fade away,

leave only petals were fallen....

Was I wrong? Was deceived?

Or was it just all my illusion?

Let the pass return where it belongs, let flourish all

It might be hurt a little, but an instant, 

all might be fine...

Uncover the dust, inside the imperfect one.

Old cracks piercing the heart...



Indeed.

Now I'm no longer flawless.

but a glassy heart is born to be broken!



Inside the melting ice shell,

is a beating heart