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Come Back, Beloved Thee

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I can't cry, can't shriek, I loved you just like that, can't live
She took my heart and left me, can't understand
 
Come Back, Beloved thee to my sore heart
I beg you to come back to the heart loves you
I'm very unhappy, I've got no trust in anyone
You died once, I died for thousand times with thee
 
Even if I've been told that was nothing but a fairy tale
I wouldn't believe, you would always exist, can't ignore thee
 
Come Back, Beloved thee to my sore heart
I beg you to come back to the heart loves you
I'm very unhappy, I've got no trust in anyone
You died once, I died for thousand times with thee
 

There's nothing called breakup / The fifth letter

There's nothing called breakup
This is our lie.
Indeed there's loving, missing, waiting
Where are you now? What are you doing?
 
The sun has already risen.
You could have woken up.
You remembered me while combing, didn't you?
Then we didn't break up.
We are just longing and waiting.
 
I hate everything reminds the time.
Firstly, I hate waiting
Lifelong a man either waits or keeps waiting.
Both are bad, both are the sorrowful parts of our living.
 
Firstly, it is expected a child to be born,
Then to walk, speak, grow up...
Time goes, this time to earn some money,
To obey the rules,
To love the people, to fall for, to cheat is expected from him.
 
And then his death is expected.
What about him? About him?
He expects friendship from people, loyalty from his lover,
He expects respect and a piece of serenity from his children,
He waits for happiness.
 
Time goes, and one day he also waits for the death.
As a man who couldn't find what he was looking for,
Who couldn't see what he was waiting for
Passes away from the life.
 
Here is our adventure.
To wait while living, to live while waiting
And to die while living and waiting at the same time!
 
There's nothing to say for craving.
That is a piece of glass shining amongst the coal scraps.
That breath is a meaning of our love and togetherness.
That is the only good side of our expectations.
 
Our humanity is charming with our missings,
What we lived together is beautiful with cravings.
Craving has a bitter taste, especially missing you.
It has a smell that I wouldn't alter all the flowers.
It has a light, a colour, it wouldn't be explained.
 
If I bear all the pain you gave,
It's why I miss you.
If the horrible poison of the waiting doesn't kill me,
It's why I miss you.
If I live, if I have a hope,
It's again why I miss you.
 
If I didn't miss you so long, I wouldn't love you so much!