MY ASSISTANCE
If every longing that is rattling is hurt,
then not enough one wound in it.
If one second hurts,
then one minute is painful
and one hour is lost.
Maybe I can hold back the tired fire with a deep longing,
but the gasoline you poured, the more it burned this heart
to ash without residue.
Lost melting into one, then go like a file without a trace.
I thought I searched far away guessing the clouds,
limit the earth and rain,
Between life and hope.
But all waiting is only a thorn,
for the soul who hopes for more peace.
I took off all my dreams,
I took off all my longings,
I arranged a new heart to achieve peace.
Even though until this moment,
I can't accept it.
I just let go of my waiting when a painful wound hit my soul.
I have never regretted my waiting, even though many torments are suffering,
I will not lose it too much about you, even though the tears clearly change because I miss.
Thank you for the taste,
because because he is there,
tell the heart like that love