Imagination

This time the night is crawling without stars

Just humming in silence

The wind whispered softly over the heart

Which was torn apart

Trapped me in an imaginary room

Hallucinating to a figure whom I do not know

Tired of me wandering

But in reality he is just a shadow

The shadow that always comes to me

Along with the longing that continues to pity

In fact, sometimes he became happy

But also sorrow

Have you been so pseudo?

Resign me to a hope

Of happiness, endless

Despite the many times I've been expecting