Weary Dove On The Roof Of A Church

There are crimson patches in the sky where poets used to fly.
In the middle of nowhere one has touched down,
Agonizing in pain, and striving to see again the horizon.
Dear, you have chosen your path and ignored him so hard.
Him who whispered your name you really sent to the wretched fields of pain.

Life is not yet, but to close his eyes is a sweet oblivion of his reality.
Drifting through freely with the strange sounds and rustles of the stray wind,
Wouldn’t he know you and you either couldn’t remember him.
Life is too bold and cold and fearsome for the defeated warrior.
The little thing you thrusted into his heart has burned alone unto his soul.
It is the great burden he will carry all through his devastated life.

You really are the fair maiden of the mountains and valleys,
The lady mirage in the desert and the colorful bird high up in the sky.
Ever not deserving the tone of a dead song
For you only belong in the heavens,
And all the best things should you only discern.

To be dead and keep dying is not painful until the heart
So told of its misfortune.Yes, every moment is good and fine
Until the whole place turn into a pit of nettles and thorns.
What more in that man to wash him with your rain
If the cold flame is made unconquerable like the cold fate?

Fate is fate, if it is conquered, then it is fate.
Lucky is he who is the master of fate, he can have it good.
The blessed one is lucky as he can partake on heaven and earth's grace.
Lucky is he who is being lucky for fate is either bad or good.
So, lucky is he whom you will give them all
Because you are all the precious and the end of quest.

The casualty remains..and in his mind your song vibrates
Like the itch under his scabbed wing.
Trembling to shove your poison, all is getting worse.
If you remember him, you may take his hand now
Or you may let the rain wash away his ashes into the ocean floor.

And when the time comes the silver string snaps and burns,
The light will engulf your everything, all is good and beautiful.
Over there is the path of your eternal travel..
Surely he is also beautiful and compelling, and maybe..
He still haven’t changed his good and gentle heart..