If I had barred my heart long ago,
this pain would’ve left me sooner.
If I had embraced the cold brought of the snow,
this choice would’ve died.
Conjugate this love again, please
on the mountains in Nepal, I can’t find her.

Fake burden of her illness crossed in snow
Fake burden destroyed
my lovely Melony.
Fake lips coughing to the growth of the fake burden, I love you
Melony.

Ominous disposal of the capsule,
why it can heal my heart so.
Snow flaking the atmosphere on her ashes, she left my view so.
Sleep, bring me the fake burden…

Fake lies of lust and disgust
Fake love and ideals separated me; Melony.
Fake hearts switched the philosophy-
I love thy Melony.

If she had never made acquaintance long ago,
pains of today would have been neglected.
If I’d have chosen to love her,
honest;
i wouldn’t be lost…

2016, Jake Brunton
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