I had a collection of songs
Oleander smelled rose then.
Songs from different lovers
Infinite illustrating illusions,
From people who taught how to be selfishly selfless,
To stay under the shade of eyelids
To whirl away from a glaring bulb.
I have different songs,
The first one was from him, the next one from that boy,
Each spoke of varying forms of love,
Yielding yearns for years.
Light the bulb, touch the filament
Break the bulb, light it now.
O love, can it be so different?
Songs I dreamt of, were present before I could even understand,
I cherish memories of this song list.
Unless the tides keep breaking
I will keep fostering the songs
Past and perfect perfectly blended
Chaste as hindrance
Songs from different lovers
Infinite illustrating illusions,
From people who taught how to be selfishly selfless,
To stay under the shade of eyelids
To whirl away from a glaring bulb.
The first one was from him, the next one from that boy,
Each spoke of varying forms of love,
Yielding yearns for years.
Light the bulb, touch the filament
Break the bulb, light it now.
O love, can it be so different?
I cherish memories of this song list.
Unless the tides keep breaking
I will keep fostering the songs
Past and perfect perfectly blended
Chaste as hindrance
Then the last song was from him, I recollected it just now.


